Its been over a decade since I set this to mind, then drawing, then periodic updates to keep it on my bench- out of sight but never forgotten. Much has happened during this time, and it can be sometimes painfully obvious for anyone reading my journals over the years. More pictures below.     I am finally able to finish this, it's been close to my heart for so long and the wind that whispers to me across still water tells me it's time.   Custom "Evenstar" inspired model for Di and Talon. Theres a personal story behind the 3 gems (higher quality garnets, I searched for over 2 years for the right color and cuts) I am building into the cast piece, which will be in ancient bronze.   An excerpt from a longer part of our book:   "Not gold, because gold is men's curse, they are willing...

Happy Birthday to my little man Talon. Youre getting so big.     "Your (middle) proper name, Hunter, means you are in good company; Ullr, Skadi. Your mother, unbeknownst to memory carries Diana, bound to the sea and father guardian, Fenir."   "There is always a path taken without forethought as the hunter relies on his instincts and blood-memory to see his arrow home. Rely on these my son and no forest, earth, or water can tire you, no burden too heavy to bear. You will find Ullestad when heart call. This I promise you."   "Cast an arrow across the chasm and find your broken dog of an old man still chained to his rock. Listen to the howls of his rage at the bond of Gleipnir and the sorrows felt because of fate given task. He sees your mother in the night sky and laments it holding her...

 "Every year for decades, around this time of year I quietly look back on life's meanderings.   This year is especially reflective, it's getting harder to see coal to forge and the hand fails to strike word without trembling reminder the sands of time were not part of the immortal bargain."   "...For that I am sorry."   "The blacksmith and the artist, Reflect it in their art, They forge their creativity Closer to the heart."           "So many things I would tell you, so many things I cannot; one day the forge fires will fade, hand no longer to brush- touch the things I have made and remember my voice, know where my heart came and where it stayed. My peasant hands brought from me the words I cannot always say in what you see, and my touch in what you hold."                                                                                       ...