A glance over the shoulder a whisper in the mist, an echo through the trees. Spirit travelers, shamans and tricksters. As surely as his paddle slices the surface, he knows he is not alone. Poem by Wintercove Paddler in the early morning mist.
This work was created by custom order. Especially for a specific interior. Work presented for example. It can be created a different painting, similar to this. Size you want. For a personal order, ple (Pour)