Charcoal Land Series 02
Blanketed with snow, almost pure black and white images everywhere, my home transforms into charcoal paintings everywhere I look. Tall trees moveless hanging dark with only their shadows defining their bark. No sound but for the wind amongst the trees and the rhythmic beating of the heart.
Blanketed with snow, almost pure black and white images everywhere, my home transforms into charcoal paintings everywhere I look. Tall trees moveless hanging dark with only their shadows defining their bark. No sound but for the wind amongst the trees and the rhythmic beating of the heart.
Blanketed with snow, almost pure black and white images everywhere, my home transforms into charcoal paintings everywhere I look. Tall trees moveless hanging dark with only their shadows defining their bark. No sound but for the wind amongst the trees and the rhythmic beating of the heart.