A Forest Of Memories
A child wandered into a world where the ground glowed emerald green, and strange, colorful shapes sprouted like flowers from the earth. The air was filled with soft laughter and echoes of songs long forgotten. Curious rings and orbs dangled like fruit from invisible branches, pulsing gently, as if alive. The child reached out, their fingertips brushing the edge of a glowing shape that felt warm and familiar, like the hug of someone they loved but couldn't quite remember. In this forest, memories weren't just hidden in the trees; they grew wild and free, waiting to be rediscovered.
A child wandered into a world where the ground glowed emerald green, and strange, colorful shapes sprouted like flowers from the earth. The air was filled with soft laughter and echoes of songs long forgotten. Curious rings and orbs dangled like fruit from invisible branches, pulsing gently, as if alive. The child reached out, their fingertips brushing the edge of a glowing shape that felt warm and familiar, like the hug of someone they loved but couldn't quite remember. In this forest, memories weren't just hidden in the trees; they grew wild and free, waiting to be rediscovered.
A child wandered into a world where the ground glowed emerald green, and strange, colorful shapes sprouted like flowers from the earth. The air was filled with soft laughter and echoes of songs long forgotten. Curious rings and orbs dangled like fruit from invisible branches, pulsing gently, as if alive. The child reached out, their fingertips brushing the edge of a glowing shape that felt warm and familiar, like the hug of someone they loved but couldn't quite remember. In this forest, memories weren't just hidden in the trees; they grew wild and free, waiting to be rediscovered.
24” x 36”
Acrylic & Oil Pastel On Canvas
Artist: Megan McMullen