A new painting.
It’s true, everyone DOES know his name, but do we REALLY know him? Can we ever truly understand how an entire life lived under an unrelenting series of such unutterably stressful and mind-bendingly fantastic situations shapes a person? YES! Cry the behavioural psychologists. Oh well, alright then, but even so, here is my study of perhaps a more corporeal little bear, still stoic as all get out, posing in one of his old haunts despite it all. I’d ideally like to see this one end up on the chimney breast of a sparsely furnished 1930s cottage, a Squire’s grand dining room, a cloud castle, or hanging askew on a wall behind piles of dusty ephemera in a truly ‘pop-up’ magic toyshop. Witches need not apply.