12 × 12 in
Encaustic in Walnut Frame
I like to think that when I look up at the moon, I am not alone.
Somewhere deep in a Canadian forest, perhaps a fox is looking up at that same moon, sharing in the same quiet sense of awe. In that moment, though miles apart, we are connected by the moon’s gaze, a small, unseen thread between us and the wild world around us.
12 × 12 in
Encaustic in Walnut Frame
I like to think that when I look up at the moon, I am not alone.
Somewhere deep in a Canadian forest, perhaps a fox is looking up at that same moon, sharing in the same quiet sense of awe. In that moment, though miles apart, we are connected by the moon’s gaze, a small, unseen thread between us and the wild world around us.
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