The forest is swallowing the sun and holding it in its ribs. Quiet, electrically warm as if the light isn’t just behind the trees. It’s igniting them.
24×36, Cold wax and oils
24×36, Cold wax and oils
The forest is swallowing the sun and holding it in its ribs. Quiet, electrically warm as if the light isn’t just behind the trees. It’s igniting them.