At dusk, she stands at the edge of the forest as daylight fades into deepening shades of blue. The last light lingers behind her red cloak, a vivid contrast against the cool hush of evening.
The birch trees tremble in the gathering darkness, their pale trunks ghostlike among the shadows, whispering of what is to come. The forest seems to breathe — waiting, watching — as innocence steps quietly toward the unknown.
29×16 in
30.5 × 17.5 Framed in Walnut
Encaustic
On display at Melt Studio and Gallery
Shipping Extra
At dusk, she stands at the edge of the forest as daylight fades into deepening shades of blue. The last light lingers behind her red cloak, a vivid contrast against the cool hush of evening.
The birch trees tremble in the gathering darkness, their pale trunks ghostlike among the shadows, whispering of what is to come. The forest seems to breathe — waiting, watching — as innocence steps quietly toward the unknown.
29×16 in
30.5 × 17.5 Framed in Walnut
Encaustic
On display at Melt Studio and Gallery
Shipping Extra
