Take Me to the River
Acrylic on paper. 12”x16” Prints available on stretched canvas
Under a star-dusted purple sky, the mountains held secrets in their emerald folds. Seven waterfalls cascaded down their slopes, each one whispering an invitation: "Come, let us take you to the river."
The mountain had opened its heart, creating a perfect circle like a portal through which a eternal sun hung over distant waters. It was as if the mountain itself was dreaming of the ocean, holding that vision in its rocky embrace while its own waters rushed endlessly downward.
The river below was alive with motion, a churning dance of white and blue. It wasn't just flowing - it was celebrating, creating a wild choreography of splashes and swirls, each ripple catching light like pieces of scattered moon. The waters seemed to sing as they moved, their melody rising with the mist: "Come closer, let go, join our journey."
Through that circular window in the mountain, the sun never set and the ocean never ebbed. It was a promise held in stone - a reminder that all waters, no matter how wild their path, eventually find their way to vastness. The mountain streams tumbled down with joyful abundance, as if they couldn't wait to share their story with the waiting pools below.
Here, where purple clouds danced with starlight and green peaks cradled rushing waters, the invitation was always open: "Take me to the river," the whole landscape seemed to whisper, "and I will show you where wonder flows."
Prints Available:
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Ships within 2-4 days
Acrylic on paper. 12”x16” Prints available on stretched canvas
Under a star-dusted purple sky, the mountains held secrets in their emerald folds. Seven waterfalls cascaded down their slopes, each one whispering an invitation: "Come, let us take you to the river."
The mountain had opened its heart, creating a perfect circle like a portal through which a eternal sun hung over distant waters. It was as if the mountain itself was dreaming of the ocean, holding that vision in its rocky embrace while its own waters rushed endlessly downward.
The river below was alive with motion, a churning dance of white and blue. It wasn't just flowing - it was celebrating, creating a wild choreography of splashes and swirls, each ripple catching light like pieces of scattered moon. The waters seemed to sing as they moved, their melody rising with the mist: "Come closer, let go, join our journey."
Through that circular window in the mountain, the sun never set and the ocean never ebbed. It was a promise held in stone - a reminder that all waters, no matter how wild their path, eventually find their way to vastness. The mountain streams tumbled down with joyful abundance, as if they couldn't wait to share their story with the waiting pools below.
Here, where purple clouds danced with starlight and green peaks cradled rushing waters, the invitation was always open: "Take me to the river," the whole landscape seemed to whisper, "and I will show you where wonder flows."
Prints Available:
-
Ships within 2-4 days
Acrylic on paper. 12”x16” Prints available on stretched canvas
Under a star-dusted purple sky, the mountains held secrets in their emerald folds. Seven waterfalls cascaded down their slopes, each one whispering an invitation: "Come, let us take you to the river."
The mountain had opened its heart, creating a perfect circle like a portal through which a eternal sun hung over distant waters. It was as if the mountain itself was dreaming of the ocean, holding that vision in its rocky embrace while its own waters rushed endlessly downward.
The river below was alive with motion, a churning dance of white and blue. It wasn't just flowing - it was celebrating, creating a wild choreography of splashes and swirls, each ripple catching light like pieces of scattered moon. The waters seemed to sing as they moved, their melody rising with the mist: "Come closer, let go, join our journey."
Through that circular window in the mountain, the sun never set and the ocean never ebbed. It was a promise held in stone - a reminder that all waters, no matter how wild their path, eventually find their way to vastness. The mountain streams tumbled down with joyful abundance, as if they couldn't wait to share their story with the waiting pools below.
Here, where purple clouds danced with starlight and green peaks cradled rushing waters, the invitation was always open: "Take me to the river," the whole landscape seemed to whisper, "and I will show you where wonder flows."
Prints Available:
-
Ships within 2-4 days