For the past week, I’ve been unable to stop thinking about a re-telling of Little Red Riding Hood And The Big Wolf that I read by author Sara Maitland. So it was kind of inevitable that I would end up collecting together some art – ha, who are we kidding? A colossal amount of art – to share with you.
One of the reasons I resonate so much with that fairytale, I suppose, is because all of my life I’ve been creeping around forests, drunk on the smell of pine sap, thinking about wolves.
When I was younger, I would pretend wolves were tracking me, and I always had that slight feeling that I would, in fact, come face to face with one, always actually hoping I would. Then, when I grew up, I would still think about the wolves, but often feel utterly bereft that wild wolves hadn’t, in fact, trodden on the soil of my homeland for hundreds of years.
In the fairytale of Little Red Riding Hood And The Bad Wolf, I always felt sad and lost when at the end when the wolf was cut open and filled with stones. I found that I would always wish he could just escape, back out into the forest, back out into the safety of the trees and the shadows.
It has been such an absolute pleasure collecting together the art for this post, and, as like with my post on the art of Baba Yaga, I know I’ll need to do a second post of art, and a third, maybe even a fourth. I feel immensely grateful for Hazel Terry’s blog, Little Red Riding Hood And Other Wolfish Things from where I found most of the art you’re going to feast your eyes upon.
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Celebrating the strange and the shadowy, the damned and unseen 