Here the land falls away—sharply, beautifully. Water rushes white over rock before vanishing into deep, green shadow. The cliffs stand like ancient sentinels, their weathered faces streaked with time and rain. This is the wild high edge of the Blue Mountains, where streams tumble into space and the landscape holds its breath. Light clings to stone. Movement meets silence. Above Wentworth Falls, everything feels closer to sky.
Medium: Oil on Canvas
Frame: No
Dimension (cm): 40 × 30
Edge: Yes
Stretcher: Fat
Here the land falls away—sharply, beautifully. Water rushes white over rock before vanishing into deep, green shadow. The cliffs stand like ancient sentinels, their weathered faces streaked with time and rain. This is the wild high edge of the Blue Mountains, where streams tumble into space and the landscape holds its breath. Light clings to stone. Movement meets silence. Above Wentworth Falls, everything feels closer to sky.
Medium: Oil on Canvas
Frame: No
Dimension (cm): 40 × 30
Edge: Yes
Stretcher: Fat
