Description
In Welsh tradition, the robin's red breast carries the fire of the sun through the winter solstice—a tiny flame-keeper in the darkest days. There's an old custom: make a wish when you see the first robin of the year, but you must do it before it flies away, or luck will elude you in the months ahead.
This piece was inspired by the robins who visit my North Wales garden each winter. Despite their delicate stick-thin legs, they're wonderfully bossy, watching me with the companionship of old friends as I work outdoors. There's something magical about that mutual observation—the sense that we're sharing the same quiet winter moment.
Created with intricate pen and ink line work layered with moody watercolours and soft pencil, this print captures both the wild tangle of winter hedgerows and the bright spark of hope the robin brings.
