Original artwork description:

As a child, I often went to the forest with my father. I was small, the trees, beeches and hornbeams were huge. Everything seemed mysterious and full of secrets. Sunbeams crept through the thick morning mist and their light dissipated away. Lights and shadows intertwined in strange, attractive images. The silence of the forest ended only with the rustle of the leaves and from time to time was cut with the dry cracking of a broken branch. The autumn air vibrated and dewdrops on the cobwebs were shining like rare and precious pearls.

- palette knife, oil on canvas

Materials used:

oil on canvas, palette knife

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