Veins of the Earth
This is the whisper of an ancient forest, where time flows like mist between the trees.
Verdant shadows melt into the soft embrace of the earth, while veins of light carve their silent path through the stillness. It feels like the echo of something primal - a memory of roots stretching deep into forgotten soil, of leaves dancing in the hush before rain.
Acrylic paints, texture paste and hard molding paste
120×60
This is the whisper of an ancient forest, where time flows like mist between the trees.
Verdant shadows melt into the soft embrace of the earth, while veins of light carve their silent path through the stillness. It feels like the echo of something primal - a memory of roots stretching deep into forgotten soil, of leaves dancing in the hush before rain.
Acrylic paints, texture paste and hard molding paste
120×60
This is the whisper of an ancient forest, where time flows like mist between the trees.
Verdant shadows melt into the soft embrace of the earth, while veins of light carve their silent path through the stillness. It feels like the echo of something primal - a memory of roots stretching deep into forgotten soil, of leaves dancing in the hush before rain.
Acrylic paints, texture paste and hard molding paste
120×60