Dragon-flies. The veil beneath the green.

Step into a world where time dissolves and the veil between realms grows thin. This green and white painting evokes the hush of an ancient forest — mist curling low over still waters, dragonflies dancing like spirits in the air, and a soft light pulsing from an unseen source beyond the trees.

Here, the forest remembers.

This is a piece of abstract realism, where the longer you gaze, the more you see: figures half-hidden in the leaves, ancient faces in the bark, soft outlines of spirit animals and feminine forms rising from the mist. It’s a place of quiet magic, of gentle mystery — a sacred mirror of your inner world, always shifting, always revealing more.

Let this painting be your portal to stillness, to wonder, to the green pulse of the Earth’s old soul.
A reminder that not all power roars — some whispers.

 

 

“The forest touches you in silence — through mist on skin, breath of trees, and the wings of a thousand tiny messengers.”
“She enters barefoot, heart open, drawn by the soft pulse of the lake… and something in her begins to awaken.”

A portal to the enchanted — where the earth speaks in quiet rhythms and the feminine rises gently from the mist.