‘Your absence is like the spinning of the void.
You are gone to its bottommost depths
with Your Castle of Cold Stone.’
~ You are Gone

In the myth I live by after my patron God, Gwyn ap Nudd (Winter’s King) is defeated by His rival, Gwythyr ap Greidol (Summer’s King) He ‘dies’ and retreats to sleep for the summer in Caer Ochren, the Castle of Cold Stone.

For a long while I had been using Meg Falconer’s image of Caer Ochren from King Arthur’s Raid as my altar art for this period but this year I received the calling to create my own. This image depicts Gwyn’s fortress sinking into the Abyss with grief at His passing with snow and frost on the towers and winds showing that, contrarily, it is winter in Annwn. I was planning to show Gwyn’s tomb in the interior of the fort but, instead, it came through to me that He wanted me to show intimations of His faces on the walls. These appeared to me like projections of light but in ice showing that whilst He dreams His representations in myths and stories are still manifesting to us in the world.