“I cannot live it, so I will paint it.” This phrase echoed in my mind as I brought this scene to life. A quiet forest unfolds on the canvas, where the rustle of leaves mingles with the presence of mystical creatures, guardians of untold stories.
Though I cannot step into these worlds, I can read about them, dream about them, and give them existence through paint. This piece is both an escape and a tribute to the stories that shape us, and the magic that waits within their pages.
“I cannot live it, so I will paint it.” This phrase echoed in my mind as I brought this scene to life. A quiet forest unfolds on the canvas, where the rustle of leaves mingles with the presence of mystical creatures, guardians of untold stories.
Though I cannot step into these worlds, I can read about them, dream about them, and give them existence through paint. This piece is both an escape and a tribute to the stories that shape us, and the magic that waits within their pages.
