White flowers — like clouds.
Steps vanish into mist, into height.
Each petal holds the breath of the wind, calling upward.
The path becomes a stairway.
To heaven.
Where the earth ends — the light begins.
This painting is about the audacity to dream and the courage to rise higher. About beauty as a compass, always pointing the way — even into the unknown.
oil, canvas
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£885.18
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White flowers — like clouds.
Steps vanish into mist, into height.
Each petal holds the breath of the wind, calling upward.
The path becomes a stairway.
To heaven.
Where the earth ends — the light begins.
This painting is about the audacity to dream and the courage to rise higher. About beauty as a compass, always pointing the way — even into the unknown.
oil, canvas
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