Flowers in December On the wind's gentle breath, a soft murmur spoke: 'Be each other's shelter, for spring will come again.' The Raven and Death, silent observers, witnessed the conclusion of Winter's reign.
Wrapped in flowers, eating the petals, sucking up the density from the depths of the earth, and living with beautiful hair fluttering in the air. It just is. Eventually, when everything is gone, they will cry and eat each other.
A yokai watch over cat spirits seeking nectar in a field of dreamy flowers. Playful adventure blooms in this prismatic realm. 2896 x 4096px art by enabeleno. This is a reimagined digital version of my unsold 2021 acrylic painting. The painting was part of our group exhibit with the theme Whimsical Furbabies.
Cyanotype on cotton-sateen fabric. Pressed flowers, leather straps & cut paper on acetate. Digitally enhanced. 2022
Cyanotype on cotton-sateen fabric. Pressed flowers, cotton rope & cut paper on acetate. Digitally enhanced. 2022