O dan Eryri – (Beneath Eryri) – Drawing – Ink -paint – Vintage Printed paper on watercolour paper – 29x42cm
Where the Mountain Breathes
Beneath the slopes of Eryri, rain seeps quietly into the slate and disappears.
Above ground, grass, heather, stone and mist, is only surface. Beneath lies another structure altogether, a hidden network forming for far longer than we can imagine.
Layers of rock hold their own memory. Within them, slow movements continue, pressures shifting, roots searching, water threading its way through the dark.
Nothing here happens quickly. The mountain works patiently, almost invisibly. What grows, spreads and settles beneath the surface at a pace beyond human time.
At times, when the wind drops along the ridges it feels like the mountain itself exhales and it is possible to sense the deeper shapes beneath the land, vast and folded, turning slowly in the dark, part of the quiet breath of the mountain.
