The trunks rise close together, their surfaces scarred and burnished, carrying the marks of age, heat, and weather. Reds, ochres and deep browns run through the bark, catching the light where it breaks between branches. Above, the canopy loosens, leaves shifting and flickering against a pale sky.
At the base of the trees, the ground is light and soft, holding shadow rather than detail. There is a sense of movement here — not of wind exactly, but of time passing slowly through the forest. Nothing is static. The trees lean, adjust, make room for one another.
This is not a portrait of a single tree, but of presence — a stand of trees existing together, shaped by proximity, resilience, and the quiet negotiations of growing side by side.
Medium: Oil on Canvas
Frame: No
Dimension (cm): 50 × 40
Edge: No
Stretcher: Thin
The trunks rise close together, their surfaces scarred and burnished, carrying the marks of age, heat, and weather. Reds, ochres and deep browns run through the bark, catching the light where it breaks between branches. Above, the canopy loosens, leaves shifting and flickering against a pale sky.
At the base of the trees, the ground is light and soft, holding shadow rather than detail. There is a sense of movement here — not of wind exactly, but of time passing slowly through the forest. Nothing is static. The trees lean, adjust, make room for one another.
This is not a portrait of a single tree, but of presence — a stand of trees existing together, shaped by proximity, resilience, and the quiet negotiations of growing side by side.
Medium: Oil on Canvas
Frame: No
Dimension (cm): 50 × 40
Edge: No
Stretcher: Thin
