Winter was worse that year; longer, darker and colder than usual. They all craved the return of the light and were barely able to resist the descent into madness, as the nights continued to grow ever longer – until one evening, from afar, between the old pines they finally saw it: a faint light flickering and shortly after followed the song, echoing through the winter landscape. Her frail frame moved through the snow with ease. She was one with the land and her crown ablaze with light. She was the herald.
It was time to prepare for the solstice.
Happy Saint Lucy’s Day/ Sankta Lucia everyone!
Above is a little personal piece I have been working on between client jobs. Sankta Lucia is widely celebrated in Scandinavia and it is a fond childhood memory for me, for this illustration I did a pagan inspired imaginative interpretation of it. I like to explore that route in my work.
If you are interested in the actual history behind Saint Lucy’s day you can check out the Wikipedia link below.