Artemis Arrow
Oil on canvas
18 × 24 in
At the hinge of light and shadow, she emerges; not as goddess, nor as prey, but as motion itself. The sun slants low, burning and absolute, pouring its strength over all that still breathes. The moon, a mirror of quiet emotions, rises without judgment. What once was form now flickers.
Darkness yielding to gold in a silent alchemy, the dark shining with memory. No prayer follows her, only silence and something arcane seeking to rise again.
Oil on canvas
18 × 24 in
At the hinge of light and shadow, she emerges; not as goddess, nor as prey, but as motion itself. The sun slants low, burning and absolute, pouring its strength over all that still breathes. The moon, a mirror of quiet emotions, rises without judgment. What once was form now flickers.
Darkness yielding to gold in a silent alchemy, the dark shining with memory. No prayer follows her, only silence and something arcane seeking to rise again.
Oil on canvas
18 × 24 in
At the hinge of light and shadow, she emerges; not as goddess, nor as prey, but as motion itself. The sun slants low, burning and absolute, pouring its strength over all that still breathes. The moon, a mirror of quiet emotions, rises without judgment. What once was form now flickers.
Darkness yielding to gold in a silent alchemy, the dark shining with memory. No prayer follows her, only silence and something arcane seeking to rise again.