Monday, August 13, 2012

The Stream


She paused on the bank of the stream.  Whispering trees beckoned her onward to the world of faerie.  It would be impossible to return from this place of magic, shadows, and echoing voices.  She hesitated at this otherworldly crossroads, wanting to move forward, but unable to forget the people she was leaving.

Here's the next painting from the ones I promised to show you.  Only three more to go, and I'll be all caught up.  This one is painted in acrylics on door skin panel.

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