Description
Flowers for our further steps.
Strolling in the garden, the rhythm of music, stumbling upon swashes of waves... an immense journey ahead; and it is still a long journey. I'm creating our perpetual summer here. Perfectly finding the scent of flowers we have not found, the echo of a tune we have not heard.
Digital hand-drawn
3307x4677 | 400dpi
Artwork of 2024