Morning Glory (Forests Edge)

This woodland scene is composed as a quiet threshold between shade and revelation, where dense, ink-dark trunks anchor the left while the foliage opens outward into a luminous clearing. The painter’s stippled, atmospheric handling of greens and golds lets light feel earned rather than given—filtering through leaf-mass in soft bursts that suggest time passing and breath returning. What emerges is less a literal forest than an inward sanctuary: a study in how abundance can still cradle solitude, and how the eye is gently invited to wander without ever needing to arrive.