It began with a different vision-yellow was meant to take over, with red as just a starting layer. But as the brush moved, the red held its ground. It deepened, spoke, and refused to be overshadowed.
I stepped away, thinking l’d return to add more. But in that pause, I saw it clearly-it didn’t need more. The richness, the depth, the quiet strength-it was already Perfect.
A forest bathed in red, standing tall and unwavering.
Layers of warmth and texture pull you in, while the soft mist whispers a quiet mystery. Bold yet serene, passionate yet peaceful-just like love itself.
Because sometimes, the most beautiful things don’t need to be changed. They just need to be seen.