A hand-painted 30×30 cm canvas alive with colour, myth, and Celtic design.
The dragon rises against a backdrop of starlight and water, framed with knotwork corners that anchor the scene in ancient tradition. Its wings shimmer with leaf-veins, binding earth and sky, while the stars remind us of the stories written above.
Every brushstroke carries the spirit of folklore the dragon as guardian, dreamer, and storm-bringer, the knots as eternal bonds.
Hand-painted disc showcasing vibrant abstract designs inspired by Celtic knotwork and mythology.
This acrylic-painted disc carries the spirit of Celtic knotwork and storm-born colour.
Each piece I create is a one-of-a-kind original, shaped by myth, lore, and imagination. No two stones, coasters, or canvases are ever alike each holds its own voice, a spark of history reborn in paint.
Stormborne Arts is my way of weaving ancient legend into modern craft. From runes to trees of life, wolves to woven knots, every piece carries the mark of storm and soul.
Tairneanach and Pendragon Spirits of Storm, Fire, and Fate
A vibrant illustration of Tairneanach, the Storm Dragon, embodying the elements of fury and prophecy amidst a colorful backdrop.
The Storm That Watches
They say a great wyrm once roamed Biddulph Moor. A beast of smoke and sky, hunted by men with spears of bronze and fear in their bellies. But no man killed it.
The creature rose into the thunderclouds and vanished, taking the storm with it.
The next day, nothing grew on the moor but blackened heather.
That wyrm became Tairneanach, the Storm Dragon not a creature of fire, but of prophecy. His breath is wind. His scales shimmer like wet slate. He is the first when a child is born under an omen sky. The last to vanish when a soul is cast out unjustly.
“He is not tamed. Not ridden. He chooses.” Whispered in the dreams of outcasts and seers.
He spoke once to Taranis, though none saw him but the moon. And ever since, storms gather when the boy is near.
Pendragon the King of the First Flame.
Before the first stone stood upright, before wolves wore names, there was Pendragon the Flame Father. He does not fly in the sky, but in the bloodline of heroes.
His heart is fire, but his wisdom is older than heat. Some say he shaped the bones of the land. Others say he waits beneath the earth, dreaming.
He is the King of Dragons, but he does not rule — he remembers.
Pendragon comes not in rage, but in reckoning. When a soul is weighed against fate itself, he is the one who tips the scale. He appeared in the old hills beyond Cannock. Curled in flame and sorrow when the first chieftain died protecting a starving tribe. That fire still burns in the soil.
The Blood Oath of the Stormborne It is said the Stormborne line carries both marks:
The Eye of Tairneanach
vision, fury, and unnatural storms
The Flame of Pendragon
mercy, fire, and legacy
Taranis bears both. He is not just watched by dragons he is of them.
Tairneanach: Name derived from Irish/Scottish Gaelic tairneanach meaning “thunder.”
Pendragon: Traditional Welsh/British title, here re-imagined as the Flame Father, not a king by rule but by spirit.
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