Original artwork description:

Nestled at the edge of fading day,
the village leans into the slope of memory—
its stone walls touched by time,
its windows holding the hush of forgotten voices.

The sky, an endless canvas of indigo and flame,
spills light down the hillside
like a farewell held too long.
Bare trees etch their silhouettes
against the quiet storm of dusk,
and shadows stretch gently over the land
like a story being folded closed.

Behind these quiet facades,
you can almost hear the fire crackle,
see the lace curtains stir,
and feel the pulse of a world
still breathing beneath the brushstroke.

All paintings are signed on the front and are delivered with the certificate of authenticity.
High grade oil paint and mediums used .
Packaging: Securely wrapped in bubble wrap then carefully packaged

Materials used:

oil on canvas stretched on a wooden frame

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