Twisting low across the still water, a fallen tree becomes both bridge and sculpture—its bleached trunk arching in contrast to the dark forest behind. The river lies quiet, mirroring the pale sky and dense eucalypts that press in from both banks. In the soft dusk light, the forest becomes a silhouette, and the glassy river turns to ink. It’s a moment suspended between wildness and serenity, where nature builds its own quiet crossings.
Medium: Oil on Canvas
Frame: No
Dimension (cm): 40 × 30
Edge: Yes
Stretcher: Thin
Twisting low across the still water, a fallen tree becomes both bridge and sculpture—its bleached trunk arching in contrast to the dark forest behind. The river lies quiet, mirroring the pale sky and dense eucalypts that press in from both banks. In the soft dusk light, the forest becomes a silhouette, and the glassy river turns to ink. It’s a moment suspended between wildness and serenity, where nature builds its own quiet crossings.
Medium: Oil on Canvas
Frame: No
Dimension (cm): 40 × 30
Edge: Yes
Stretcher: Thin
