Melodies of an Autumn Grove (20 × 28 inches), 2026 year

It feels as though the forest itself slows its breathing, trying to preserve these final moments of warmth. The rays of the setting sun glide across the horse’s mane, flare gently upon the leaves, and fade into the gathering twilight, while ahead a winding trail unfolds—not merely leading through the forest, but guiding the soul toward a place of quiet peace.

Paper, pastel, sanguine, acrylic marker.