Whispers of Gold
2025, oil on gessobord, 10" x 20"
In the hushed depths of a golden forest, where sunlight filters through a tapestry of amber and saffron, stand the silent sentinels of the woods. Each birch trunk, a canvas of creamy white and dark strokes, tells a story of seasons past, while their vibrant leaves dance on unseen currents, shimmering with the last, warm embrace of autumn. It is a moment of quiet reflection, where nature's grandeur unfolds in a symphony of light and shadow, and the air itself seems to hum with the gentle secrets whispered by the leaves.
"Autumn is a second spring where every leaf is a flower."
— Albert Camus
In the hushed depths of a golden forest, where sunlight filters through a tapestry of amber and saffron, stand the silent sentinels of the woods. Each birch trunk, a canvas of creamy white and dark strokes, tells a story of seasons past, while their vibrant leaves dance on unseen currents, shimmering with the last, warm embrace of autumn. It is a moment of quiet reflection, where nature's grandeur unfolds in a symphony of light and shadow, and the air itself seems to hum with the gentle secrets whispered by the leaves.
"Autumn is a second spring where every leaf is a flower."
— Albert Camus