NEW DARK ART: Moors...

 

I have always loved the moors, always loved their lack of borders, lack of obvious humanity. They seem free of the constraints of rules and regulations somehow, which is why they are perfect when the human world gets me down. It's also, in Cornwall, the home of darker spirits, those that can lead you astray, towards mires, bogs, bottomless pools, into nether worlds, dream worlds, worlds where a thousand human years can pass by in a blink. Sounds good to me.