48” x 48” Acrylic & pastel on canvas

Sunlight filters through a high canopy, scattering in warm, motes that hover like small, golden suspended moments. The path underfoot is soft with a years-deep carpet of needles and leaf mould, giving slightly beneath each step and leaving a dark, damp imprint that fades as you move on. Tree trunks rise in steady columns—some smooth, some furred with moss and scars—creating a rhythm of verticals that both frame and tunnel the view.

There is no urgency, only a gentle invitation to continue: to follow the path, to notice the small details, and to accept the gradual narrowing of the scene as both a literal vanishing point and a quiet promise of discovery beyond the visible.