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The moon rises slowly through layers of mist, its glow softened by distance and patience. Pines gather beneath it in repeating silhouettes, dark and faithful, as if the forest itself has agreed to stand watch.
This is not a dramatic night. It is a devoted one. The kind of darkness that settles rather than startles, where the air feels held together by breath and memory. The moon does not command attention…it remains steady, keeping time while the world rests.
Painted in cool washes and muted twilight hues, this piece captures a moment of quiet endurance. A reminder that some light exists not to dazzle, but simply to stay.
Original - watercolor on paper: 5" × 7".
5" × 7" prints available.
The moon rises slowly through layers of mist, its glow softened by distance and patience. Pines gather beneath it in repeating silhouettes, dark and faithful, as if the forest itself has agreed to stand watch.
This is not a dramatic night. It is a devoted one. The kind of darkness that settles rather than startles, where the air feels held together by breath and memory. The moon does not command attention…it remains steady, keeping time while the world rests.
Painted in cool washes and muted twilight hues, this piece captures a moment of quiet endurance. A reminder that some light exists not to dazzle, but simply to stay.
Original - watercolor on paper: 5" × 7".
5" × 7" prints available.