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A wreath that knows its purpose.
This circle of evergreens doesn’t mark a season so much as a moment. A pause between outside and in. Deep greens curl inward, pinecones glint like quiet talismans, and the crimson bow holds everything in place, equal parts invitation and spellwork. It feels ceremonial rather than decorative, as if it’s been hanging here longer than memory suggests.
This piece nods to thresholds. To entrances that want to be noticed. To finding a way to welcome magic even when tradition has to bend a little. Nothing fragile, nothing fleeting. Just a signal that warmth lives beyond the door.
Available as an 8" × 8" fine art print.
Originally painted in acrylic on cradled board, 16" × 16".
A wreath that knows its purpose.
This circle of evergreens doesn’t mark a season so much as a moment. A pause between outside and in. Deep greens curl inward, pinecones glint like quiet talismans, and the crimson bow holds everything in place, equal parts invitation and spellwork. It feels ceremonial rather than decorative, as if it’s been hanging here longer than memory suggests.
This piece nods to thresholds. To entrances that want to be noticed. To finding a way to welcome magic even when tradition has to bend a little. Nothing fragile, nothing fleeting. Just a signal that warmth lives beyond the door.
Available as an 8" × 8" fine art print.
Originally painted in acrylic on cradled board, 16" × 16".