About the work

A closer look.

He is the oldest face on this wall and he never got a story to go with it. Cernunnos survives in a handful of images: the antlers, the gold ring held open in one hand, the ram-horned serpent at his feet, the stag and the wolf and the bear keeping him company. His name comes from one carving and almost nothing else. The silence is the point. A god of the wild edge who does not explain himself, and has never once needed to. One JPG that prints clean at 20x16 in. The telling keeps the silence whole: no story survives him, only the antlers, the open ring, the animals. Print it yourself, or take the file to any print shop and ask for 20x16. It is the same picture either way.