Still and shadowed, the dark creek winds through the forest like a quiet breath. Smooth, blue-toned boulders rest heavy in the water, their edges softened by light and time. The surface of the creek holds reflections like secrets—part mirror, part mystery—while flecks of sunlight glint across the current. The surrounding bush is dense and hushed, alive with the cool dampness of a hidden gully deep in the Blue Mountains. It’s a scene of gentle solitude, where silence speaks louder than sound.
Medium: Oil on Canvas
Frame: No
Dimension (cm): 40 × 30
Edge: Yes
Stretcher: Fat
Still and shadowed, the dark creek winds through the forest like a quiet breath. Smooth, blue-toned boulders rest heavy in the water, their edges softened by light and time. The surface of the creek holds reflections like secrets—part mirror, part mystery—while flecks of sunlight glint across the current. The surrounding bush is dense and hushed, alive with the cool dampness of a hidden gully deep in the Blue Mountains. It’s a scene of gentle solitude, where silence speaks louder than sound.
Medium: Oil on Canvas
Frame: No
Dimension (cm): 40 × 30
Edge: Yes
Stretcher: Fat
