Mist hangs low between the trees, softening everything but the sound of water. The world narrows to rhythm — breath, current, and the slow arc of the line. A private kind of calm, known only to those who wait.
Original watercolor painting on 300g, 100% cotton paper.
27x36 cm
not framed
Mist hangs low between the trees, softening everything but the sound of water. The world narrows to rhythm — breath, current, and the slow arc of the line. A private kind of calm, known only to those who wait.
Original watercolor painting on 300g, 100% cotton paper.
27x36 cm
not framed
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