Exploring folklore and festivity, Victoria Ball imagines a woodland where the creatures have claimed the season as their own. A badger wraps himself in a striped scarf; a squirrel reaches for a branch; a barn owl sweeps overhead as gold stars dot a midnight-blue sky. Red ribbons curl through pine boughs hung with painted ornaments, and every corner of the image rewards a second look — a toadstool here, a sprig of holly there, the whole scene glittering with foil accents that catch and shift in the light.
