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Bartholomew Shillingfrost (The Winter Miser) Prints
He counts candles like coins and keeps the chill close, but the glow behind him hints at a change he cannot quite name.
Bartholomew Shillingfrost stands illuminated by a single flickering candle. His blue top hat is trimmed with a worn brass buckle and sits with solemn precision. His coat is a deep cranberry red with golden buttons that gleam like coins. Beneath it, a warm gold waistcoat and crisp ivory shirt reflect the candle’s glow. Behind him burns a swirling field of amber and violet light that seems to shift with memory and shadow. His dark eyes shine with frost, calculation, and the faintest hint of change.
Bartholomew Shillingfrost was known for keeping his heart locked tighter than a counting house safe. Every kindness was tallied. Every joy was rationed. Every ember of warmth treated like a luxury. Yet as winter deepened and strange visitors stirred the quiet halls of his life, something in him began to crack like ice underfoot. Beneath his practiced chill, a forgotten ember waited. The Hat Society hopes it is ready to glow again.
✨ “By hat and by heart, I join the Hat Society.” ✨
Faction: Top Hat Council
Original: Acrylic on 12x16" cradled wood panel
Prints: 5x7 matted for 8x10 frame; 8x10 matted for 11x14 frame
He counts candles like coins and keeps the chill close, but the glow behind him hints at a change he cannot quite name.
Bartholomew Shillingfrost stands illuminated by a single flickering candle. His blue top hat is trimmed with a worn brass buckle and sits with solemn precision. His coat is a deep cranberry red with golden buttons that gleam like coins. Beneath it, a warm gold waistcoat and crisp ivory shirt reflect the candle’s glow. Behind him burns a swirling field of amber and violet light that seems to shift with memory and shadow. His dark eyes shine with frost, calculation, and the faintest hint of change.
Bartholomew Shillingfrost was known for keeping his heart locked tighter than a counting house safe. Every kindness was tallied. Every joy was rationed. Every ember of warmth treated like a luxury. Yet as winter deepened and strange visitors stirred the quiet halls of his life, something in him began to crack like ice underfoot. Beneath his practiced chill, a forgotten ember waited. The Hat Society hopes it is ready to glow again.
✨ “By hat and by heart, I join the Hat Society.” ✨
Faction: Top Hat Council
Original: Acrylic on 12x16" cradled wood panel
Prints: 5x7 matted for 8x10 frame; 8x10 matted for 11x14 frame