30 × 30 in
Encaustic in Walnut Frame
What music do you hear when night arrives and the moon begins to glow?
Perhaps it is a nocturne by Chopin—a quiet melody drifting through the darkness, accompanying the moon as it casts its gentle light across the forest.
In this painting, I imagine the night has its own music, a soft and mysterious song that can only be heard when we slow down, look up, and listen.
30 × 30 in
Encaustic in Walnut Frame
What music do you hear when night arrives and the moon begins to glow?
Perhaps it is a nocturne by Chopin—a quiet melody drifting through the darkness, accompanying the moon as it casts its gentle light across the forest.
In this painting, I imagine the night has its own music, a soft and mysterious song that can only be heard when we slow down, look up, and listen.
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