This buck stands resolutely and stoically in the face of the change. As I painted this forest on fire, the magical deer stands alert, unaffected by the chaos around him. I imagine our own lives. We go on as if it will not touch us, even as we are burning. There is beauty in the flame, and the scouring, but it is sad to think of all that will be lost in the fires.
This buck stands resolutely and stoically in the face of the change. As I painted this forest on fire, the magical deer stands alert, unaffected by the chaos around him. I imagine our own lives. We go on as if it will not touch us, even as we are burning. There is beauty in the flame, and the scouring, but it is sad to think of all that will be lost in the fires.