The words for this one are a very old and stubborn mishearing of song lyrics from over a decade ago, happened to roll around on my Spotify and got me moving. The background is three winter scenes pulled together with a couple texture layers of crackly paint, some metallic crochet nonsense, and a smattering of paisley. Significant color fixes to keep the look uniform. I think the village at the bottom suffered for all the other things that got added in, but in the end it’s worth it.
Wherever The Winds May Blow
One figure fishes while another sits in contemplation, they overlap but do not interact. The vast sea is overlaid with mysterious creatures and visions of
