Little Red Riding Hood stands at the forest’s edge, her red cloak glowing in the soft sunlight. A basket rests in her hand as she faces the shadowed path ahead. Behind her lies the bright meadow; before her, tall trees and quiet mystery. The painting captures a gentle moment of courage at the very start of her journey.
Little Red Riding Hood stands at the forest’s edge, her red cloak glowing in the soft sunlight. A basket rests in her hand as she faces the shadowed path ahead. Behind her lies the bright meadow; before her, tall trees and quiet mystery. The painting captures a gentle moment of courage at the very start of her journey.