About the work

A closer look.

She brewed a cauldron of inspiration for a year and a day, and it was never meant for the boy who got it. Ceridwen is the Welsh goddess of the cauldron of Awen, the brew that makes poets and seers, and her whole story is a chase through five shapes. She a greyhound, he a hare. She an otter, he a fish. She a hawk, he a bird. She a hen, he a grain of wheat. She ate the grain, and nine months later gave birth to him again, and that child was Taliesin, the greatest poet Wales ever had. Nobody in it is a villain. She lost her own son's gift to a boy who only touched what he was told to touch. One JPG that prints clean at 20x16 in. The telling goes through all five shapes of the chase and ends where the poem does: she eats the grain, and Taliesin is born. Print it yourself, or take the file to any print shop and ask for 20x16. It is the same picture either way.