She stands at the threshold of dusk, gown aglow with the hush of first frost, cradling a lantern of laughter carved from memory. Around her, children gather like fallen leaves—each face a flicker of story, each gesture a whisper of longing. The skeletal herald watches from the veil’s edge, while the dragon coils in quiet devotion, its breath stirring the apples above. A rose is offered, not for romance, but remembrance. Horses blink in the mist. Masks smile without mouths. And somewhere between myth and marrow, the season turns.
Poly-cotton blend canvas with a matte/satin finish. Scratch, crack, and warp resistant.
Vibrant, long-lasting colors with water-based HP Latex inks and UV protection.
Solid wooden frame from renewable sources, 3.2 cm deep.
