Somewhere beyond the veil of ordinary dreams, is a garden that blooms only beneath a smokey moonlit sky.
From that hidden place comes The Emerald Muse a mysterious figure emerging from a haze of luminous smoke, her hair flowing like enchanted water around her face.
Medicinal leaves curl around her like a living crown, deep greens contrasting against a sky of soft pinks, and golds. Smoke drifts between worlds, obscuring what hides beyond her, leaving the question of where she came from, and where she might be going.
She could be a forest spirit. A keeper of forgotten secrets. A muse summoned by an artist who wandered too far into an enchanted wood.
Perhaps she is all three.
She does not ask to be understood. She simply appears, watches, and waits for you to remember something you may have forgotten.
A vision from the enchanted spaces between dreams and waking.
Somewhere beyond the veil of ordinary dreams, is a garden that blooms only beneath a smokey moonlit sky.
From that hidden place comes The Emerald Muse a mysterious figure emerging from a haze of luminous smoke, her hair flowing like enchanted water around her face.
Medicinal leaves curl around her like a living crown, deep greens contrasting against a sky of soft pinks, and golds. Smoke drifts between worlds, obscuring what hides beyond her, leaving the question of where she came from, and where she might be going.
She could be a forest spirit. A keeper of forgotten secrets. A muse summoned by an artist who wandered too far into an enchanted wood.
Perhaps she is all three.
She does not ask to be understood. She simply appears, watches, and waits for you to remember something you may have forgotten.
A vision from the enchanted spaces between dreams and waking.