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A lone tree crowns the gentle rise, its silhouette a dark flourish against the sky. The meadow flows away from its roots in a sweep of grasses that bend and catch the light, a textured carpet of green and gold. Around the meadow’s rim, clusters of trees and tangled shrubs form a living border—thick trunks, ragged branches, and leaves that whisper with the breeze—framing the open space like a gallery edge.
Beyond that frame, the valley unfolds into a patchwork of fields: rectangles and irregular plots stitched together in varying tones of earth and crop. Some fields glow with sunlit wheat, others lie cool and plowed, a quilter’s work of soil and seed. Narrow lanes and hedgerows trace faint ribbons between them, guiding the eye toward the distant hill that anchors the horizon.
The distant hill rises softly, its slope muted by atmospheric haze, a brown-gray counterpoint to the meadow’s warm immediacy. Light moves across the scene—shifting, revealing texture—so that every element feels alive: the lone tree’s bark, the grasses’ fine blades, the shadowed hollows between fields. The overall calm holds a quiet narrative: solitude balanced by connection, the single tree both sentinel and part of a larger, cultivated landscape.
15 5/8” x 15 5/8”
A lone tree crowns the gentle rise, its silhouette a dark flourish against the sky. The meadow flows away from its roots in a sweep of grasses that bend and catch the light, a textured carpet of green and gold. Around the meadow’s rim, clusters of trees and tangled shrubs form a living border—thick trunks, ragged branches, and leaves that whisper with the breeze—framing the open space like a gallery edge.
Beyond that frame, the valley unfolds into a patchwork of fields: rectangles and irregular plots stitched together in varying tones of earth and crop. Some fields glow with sunlit wheat, others lie cool and plowed, a quilter’s work of soil and seed. Narrow lanes and hedgerows trace faint ribbons between them, guiding the eye toward the distant hill that anchors the horizon.
The distant hill rises softly, its slope muted by atmospheric haze, a brown-gray counterpoint to the meadow’s warm immediacy. Light moves across the scene—shifting, revealing texture—so that every element feels alive: the lone tree’s bark, the grasses’ fine blades, the shadowed hollows between fields. The overall calm holds a quiet narrative: solitude balanced by connection, the single tree both sentinel and part of a larger, cultivated landscape.
15 5/8” x 15 5/8”