Where the Branch Will Split
This print captures what you see: a hare with a calm gaze, the plum herringbone waistcoat and the single point of warmth in the jumper's mustard. I created her facing forward with a plain background: on a wall she asks nothing of what's around her. What doesn't fit on the paper is her trade: in her story, Olwen lays living hedges by hand, and she learned from Emrys, the valley's senior hedge-layer, where the branch will split without killing the hedge. I tell you that winter knowledge separately, in her biography.







