Mirror of Autumn
The old metal bucket is filled not just with water, but with reflections of time. Apples float within perfectly ripe, with red and golden hues, like tiny suns caught in the grasp of passing seasons. The water, still and dark, takes on the shape of autumn, absorbing light and returning memories.
Each apple holds a story of hands that picked it, of the tree that nurtured it, of the earth that fed its roots. And now, as they lie submerged, they wait to be chosen, to feel a touch, to become a memory.
This is not just a moment. This is autumn, frozen in water, whispering its quiet yet eternal story.
Aquarelle painting
Dimensions: 30/40cm
The old metal bucket is filled not just with water, but with reflections of time. Apples float within perfectly ripe, with red and golden hues, like tiny suns caught in the grasp of passing seasons. The water, still and dark, takes on the shape of autumn, absorbing light and returning memories.
Each apple holds a story of hands that picked it, of the tree that nurtured it, of the earth that fed its roots. And now, as they lie submerged, they wait to be chosen, to feel a touch, to become a memory.
This is not just a moment. This is autumn, frozen in water, whispering its quiet yet eternal story.
Aquarelle painting
Dimensions: 30/40cm
The old metal bucket is filled not just with water, but with reflections of time. Apples float within perfectly ripe, with red and golden hues, like tiny suns caught in the grasp of passing seasons. The water, still and dark, takes on the shape of autumn, absorbing light and returning memories.
Each apple holds a story of hands that picked it, of the tree that nurtured it, of the earth that fed its roots. And now, as they lie submerged, they wait to be chosen, to feel a touch, to become a memory.
This is not just a moment. This is autumn, frozen in water, whispering its quiet yet eternal story.
Aquarelle painting
Dimensions: 30/40cm