Hollowmar
$125.00
Hollowmar doesn’t hunt—it hears. It listens for grief & for the quiet hum of sorrow that lingers in barns, attics, and empty houses. When it finds such echoes, it kneels beside them. Root-hands reach through wood and soil, feeding on the static of regret.
It walks only in the hours between thunder and rain, the charged breath of the world. Farmers say it moves along fence lines and tree rows, tracing the skeleton of the storm.
Where Hollowmar passes, trees sprout white bark and never leaf again. Birds avoid the fences it’s touched. Even silence seems changed.
Acrylic on Paper
8 x 9 inches
Miunted and secured in a clear, archival sleeve.
