Art of liminal spaces where the veil between the worlds is thin. Places where nature runs wild and untamed; ancient woodlands, windswept moors and dark mirror pools fed by clear cold springs. Here are figures glimpsed between trees before disappearing into the gloaming and creatures who take forms born of gnarled branches, rugged bark, damp rotting loam, and the glint of moonlight. Here are lost gods and lost magic and the ancient forest wakeful…