Euphemia Thornewood was not born old-she simply stayed long enough for the moon to carve wisdom into her bones. For over a century, she has walked the edge of the forest where the veil thins and the owls speak plainly.
Her hat--wide-brimmed and velvet black, marked with a silver star that catches the moonlight-is lined with tiny phials of moon -steeped tinctures. Crystals rise from the brim like captured constellations. Each stone is chosen under a different full moon. Each vial holds a promise: protection, remembrance, gentle vengeance, forgotten courage.
They call her when fevers burn too bright or greif grows too heavy. She never asks for coin. Only stories. A lock of hair. A whispered regret- payment enough for a woman who trades in what cannot be weighed.
Some say it's medicine.
Some say it's magic
Euphemia knows it is both.
This is a one of a kind, sculptural painting, hand sculpted and painted by Michele Lynch.
Her face is fully sculpted in dimensional form, emerging from a painted nocturnal forest. The piece is adorned with glass vials and crystal elements, each placed to evoke the feeling of a collected apothecary under moonlight.
She is mounted on a natural wood slice, preserving the raw edge of the forest she inhabits-making the piece feel less like a painting and more like a found relic.
Painted in layered acrylic and oil, then sealed for preservation.
Approximately 8 x 5 3/4"
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