Memories of Wales: Carew Castle. Painting

Preseli. Upon the weathered heath I’d stand, atop the Dragon’s nest I’d gaze on wilderness all around. The wind swept realm of beast and fey, where spirits howl upon the winds and whisper through the earth. Around the crumbling cairns they dance, great bones of a world long passed. A memory of when Dragons and Giants walked the Way, what we can only imagine in the brief flicker of our lamentable mortality. Walk with me as I seek to find what was lost and replenish, the human soul that longs for what it has forgotten. Born and raised in SW-Wales. The artist has always walked to the beat of his own drum. Disassociated from the pervasive artifice of the modern world, he continues to look within. To the primal seed of our existence in his search for meaning and purpose at the gates of Eden. Largely self-taught as an artist, deHoleweia has found himself something of an outsider. Exploring the many facets of existence and experience that interest him from day to day.