As my ButterflySoldier project is near complete I thought it would an idea to re-submit this old image with more info on its meaning and creation. Its had a little re-working here and there.

I spent two days and nights sat in a field midsummer for a little gathering called the Wessex Gathering, about 4 years ago.. My mind was awash with a fascination in other worlds, other forms of consciousness, other realities, theories, fantasies and wonder. The Wessex gathering is a pagan gathering, it's basically a large field, people from all over come and pitch their tents in a circle and spend two days and nights attending workshops, sharing their knowledge, singing, dancing, generally not too dissimilar to the many biker gigs that I've attended over the years all be it without the smell of petrol, burnt nitro, beer and sun cracked leather. I sat in the shadows and listened, I listened to followers of Voodoo, pagans, eclectics, and I listened to ancient tales from bards and folk singers. I got allot from that weekend, on the last night as it poured with rain I sat amongst the warming, friendly folk and doodled in my sketchpad as the final talks and workshops continued. I couldn't get out of my head the name, Kronos; I jotted down some as usual unrecognizable scribbles and the word Kronos. . Over and over it swirled and squished about in my brain…. later I learned of Cernunnos the horned god, worshiped by the Iron Age Celts all across Europe. I learnt in Greek mythology Cronus was son of Uranus and Gaia and the youngest of the twelve Titans. But at the time I knew nothing of either. I returned home and subsequently created the Kronos image by not thinking too much about what I was about to create, simply let go of all preconceptions and connect your mind to the page and just see what flows out. . Still one of my favorite images and always reminds me of that rainy weekend in Wessex