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Perched calmly on a blue log, surrounded by red autumn leaves and emerald forest glow, Thaddeus Bogswallow wears his star-dusted witch hat like a crown. His skin shimmers with mottled greens, golds, and purples - a living spell in amphibian form. Behind him, chartreuse woods blur into magic.
Thaddeus Bogswallow doesn’t speak unless the spell calls for it…and when it does, trees lean in to listen. He’s the oldest presence in the Hat Society, older than some of the stones they sit on. His brews don’t bubble; they hum. His eyes don’t blink; they know.
✨ “By hat and by heart, I join the Hat Society.” ✨
Faction: Witch Hat Coven
Original: Acrylic on 12x16" cradled wood panel
Prints: 5x7 matted for 8x10 frame; 8x10 matted for 11x14 frame
Perched calmly on a blue log, surrounded by red autumn leaves and emerald forest glow, Thaddeus Bogswallow wears his star-dusted witch hat like a crown. His skin shimmers with mottled greens, golds, and purples - a living spell in amphibian form. Behind him, chartreuse woods blur into magic.
Thaddeus Bogswallow doesn’t speak unless the spell calls for it…and when it does, trees lean in to listen. He’s the oldest presence in the Hat Society, older than some of the stones they sit on. His brews don’t bubble; they hum. His eyes don’t blink; they know.
✨ “By hat and by heart, I join the Hat Society.” ✨
Faction: Witch Hat Coven
Original: Acrylic on 12x16" cradled wood panel
Prints: 5x7 matted for 8x10 frame; 8x10 matted for 11x14 frame