Acrylic, Unicorn SPiT, and Resin on 10”x10” cradled Wood Canvas. Joyful, playful, you d elephants hand paint with a mix of mediums. Ready to Hang.

The Elephant - By Herbert Asquith

Here comes the elephant
Swaying along,
With his cargo of children
All singing a song:
To the tinkle of laughter
He goes on his way,
And his cargo of children
Have crowded him with May.
His legs are in leather
And padded his toes;
He can root up an oak
With a whisk of his nose:
With a wave of his trunk,
And a turn of his chin,
He can pull down a house,
Or pick up a pin.
Beneath his grey forehead
A little eye peers!
Of what is he thinking
Between those wide ears?
Of what does he think?
If he wished to tease,
He could twirl his keeper
Over the trees.
If he were not kind,
He could play cup and ball
With Robert and Helenand Uncle Paul:
But that grey forehead,
Those crinkled ears,
Have learned to be kindIn a hundred years!
And so with the children
He goes on his way,
To the tinkle of laughter
And crowded with the May.