This is the kind of cloud that sits above you on the first cold day in September. You can smell car exhaust and you’ve put on your warm jacket for the first time, it smells like moth balls and dust. Gusts of wind are lifting up a blanket of yellow leaves to meet you at eye level, they’re saying “hello, it is my time to die, sweet goodnight and see you next year.” The earth turns and that cloud is gone.

PRODUCT INFORMATION: Beneath the wicked moonlight, an artist doth conjure her wares and wards. A bewitchèd Halloween trinket, wrought to grace thy walls this haunted season, in coloured pencil and gouache upon wood. Each curious piece is sealed beneath a protective varnish, yet is best kept indoors, lest the elements lay claim to its magic.

Comes with a twine hanging string and autumn leaf beads.