This is an 11inch x 14inch oil painting on stretched canvas
Within this compact yet immersive scene, a forest in the throes of autumn reveals its secret language. Leaves burn with the incandescent glow of fall—golden yellows, deep crimsons, and lingering verdant greens—blurring the boundaries between earth and sky. A solitary, pale-barked tree leans with quiet purpose, its form a spectral sentinel amid the vibrant chorus of foliage. Below, the mirrored surface of water catches and holds these colors in a shimmering dance, folding light and shadow into an ever-shifting reverie. The brushwork breathes with immediacy, each textured stroke a whispered trace of the artist’s presence, capturing not just what is seen but what is felt—the hush of crisp air, the subtle rustle of leaves, the fleeting shimmer of reflection. This is a moment suspended between waking and dreaming, where the forest’s voice is both heard and sensed in the rhythm of color and light. Here, autumn speaks not only of change but of a quiet, enduring grace held within the turning of seasons.
