Oil painting: Eclipse of the Wild Garden (18 x 24)
Under a velvet sky dusted with stardust and secrets, there blooms a field of wild memory—not of this world, but something older, deeper. Flowers that do not grow from soil but from emotion: lavender born of longing, crimson sparked from passion, gold dripping from joy half-remembered. Dusk, or maybe dawn. Time has no meaning here. The sky could be a dream folding in on itself, or maybe finally the universe exhales after a long-held breath. The Earth bounds with life, unruly and free, while above a quiet procession of cosmic birds — or thoughts? — cuts the firmament. It isn’t a place at all but a feeling, a threshold, a reverie painted in color and chaos.
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