A great moss-covered boulder anchors the forest floor, its rounded mass emerging like a sleeping beast from the earth. Dappled light filters through tall eucalypts, catching on bark and undergrowth, while dense shadows cradle the stillness of the forest. There’s a sense of oldness here—of roots and stone coexisting for centuries, of quiet breath beneath the trees. The scene evokes that unmistakable hush found deep in native bushland, where time feels both suspended and immense.
Medium: Oil on Canvas
Frame: No
Dimension (cm): 40 × 30
Edge: Yes
Stretcher: Fat
A great moss-covered boulder anchors the forest floor, its rounded mass emerging like a sleeping beast from the earth. Dappled light filters through tall eucalypts, catching on bark and undergrowth, while dense shadows cradle the stillness of the forest. There’s a sense of oldness here—of roots and stone coexisting for centuries, of quiet breath beneath the trees. The scene evokes that unmistakable hush found deep in native bushland, where time feels both suspended and immense.
Medium: Oil on Canvas
Frame: No
Dimension (cm): 40 × 30
Edge: Yes
Stretcher: Fat
