Sketch by Sketch
Inspired by “The Kith of the Elf Folk” by Lord Dunsany These I have drawn: a hillside of moonlit clover; creeks cradled by heather; a forest beyond the stone walls of a pasture. And all just to get home; I’ve been gone so very long. Today you’ll find me in the green layers beyond the city, sidestepping the coiled corpses of men’s dreams, bypassing industrial towns where mechanical beasts gnaw on adolescent hearts. For out here dwell the kith of my childhood: the salamander, fox, rook, and deer. Old friends too are the mosses and ferns, the spirits of pollen, the ghosts of tree rings. All under the watchful eye of Pan. You see, my troubles began as a child. I had become obsessed with humans, would sketch their tall bodies and lively faces on everything from peeled birch bark to rain puddles to hardened flows of sap. I read and reread all the stories about them—romantic tales of knights and beautiful maidens, of epic battles and hidden treasures. To me, the human soul mirrored endles