There was once an elk with silver antlers whose favorite place seemed to be this ridge. A village girl with ochre painted on her fingertips saw him below and followed him for days. She painted him on the bark of the trees as she tracked him. He led her to an untouched lake, to an abandoned colony, and to an opening in the trees where the sunset glistened for miles. She never returned to her home, but her paintings were found throughout the trees for years.
Oil on prepared paper. 6×8. Painting only - frame not included.
There was once an elk with silver antlers whose favorite place seemed to be this ridge. A village girl with ochre painted on her fingertips saw him below and followed him for days. She painted him on the bark of the trees as she tracked him. He led her to an untouched lake, to an abandoned colony, and to an opening in the trees where the sunset glistened for miles. She never returned to her home, but her paintings were found throughout the trees for years.
Oil on prepared paper. 6×8. Painting only - frame not included.
