Bombadil
Artist Penelope O’Gara
Vintage velvet, buckle & leather; wool & ink
53cm H x 24cm W
Bombadil began his performing life in the most unlikely manner - he spent his boyhood years as a (somewhat reluctant, it must be said) choirboy. His days of singing practice & surreptitious wine-drinking were brought to an abrupt end, however, one snowy Christmas Eve when young Bombadil fell prey to a press-gang; it was two long years before the brig at last docked in the East Indies & Bombadil was allowed to roam freely through the bustling city. Those years had seen the youngster grow from a mere stripling to a notably muscled & tattooed seaman. Following a glass or two of gin, he was keen to demonstrate his new-found strength...and his effortless hefting of barrels, swinging from beams & snapping of spars caught the eye of a small travelling circus arrayed further along the quay...
Artist Penelope O’Gara
Vintage velvet, buckle & leather; wool & ink
53cm H x 24cm W
Bombadil began his performing life in the most unlikely manner - he spent his boyhood years as a (somewhat reluctant, it must be said) choirboy. His days of singing practice & surreptitious wine-drinking were brought to an abrupt end, however, one snowy Christmas Eve when young Bombadil fell prey to a press-gang; it was two long years before the brig at last docked in the East Indies & Bombadil was allowed to roam freely through the bustling city. Those years had seen the youngster grow from a mere stripling to a notably muscled & tattooed seaman. Following a glass or two of gin, he was keen to demonstrate his new-found strength...and his effortless hefting of barrels, swinging from beams & snapping of spars caught the eye of a small travelling circus arrayed further along the quay...
Artist Penelope O’Gara
Vintage velvet, buckle & leather; wool & ink
53cm H x 24cm W
Bombadil began his performing life in the most unlikely manner - he spent his boyhood years as a (somewhat reluctant, it must be said) choirboy. His days of singing practice & surreptitious wine-drinking were brought to an abrupt end, however, one snowy Christmas Eve when young Bombadil fell prey to a press-gang; it was two long years before the brig at last docked in the East Indies & Bombadil was allowed to roam freely through the bustling city. Those years had seen the youngster grow from a mere stripling to a notably muscled & tattooed seaman. Following a glass or two of gin, he was keen to demonstrate his new-found strength...and his effortless hefting of barrels, swinging from beams & snapping of spars caught the eye of a small travelling circus arrayed further along the quay...
