The spectral hounds of Annwn, or the hounds of mothers, driven onwards by the shrieks and wails of the crone Mallt-y-Nos on the night of the Wild Hunt. The hounds chase sorrowful, lost souls to Annwn, and so we see them first as portents of death. But the cries of the hounds could open a liminal space between this world and the other, a space of transformation, and one that does not require physical death; only the death of one’s former identity. To encounter the Cŵn Annwn while living, is to be rebirthed in the service of the gods.
• signed A3 (420x297mm) fine art print
• Elephant natural paper