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Original artwork, silky crayon and oil pastel
A tiny trail hidden in my rural hometown, it is my favorite place in the world. I grew up observing those trees from the golf course, running on the path for jr. high cross country, listening to the birds as an overwhelmed teenager. The sun cuts right through the trees, and itβs wonderful being in this little forest. You would forget youβre surrounded by miles and miles of flat farmland while walking the sidewalk of the πππΆπ¦π£πͺπ³π₯ ππ³π’πͺπ.
Original artwork, silky crayon and oil pastel
A tiny trail hidden in my rural hometown, it is my favorite place in the world. I grew up observing those trees from the golf course, running on the path for jr. high cross country, listening to the birds as an overwhelmed teenager. The sun cuts right through the trees, and itβs wonderful being in this little forest. You would forget youβre surrounded by miles and miles of flat farmland while walking the sidewalk of the πππΆπ¦π£πͺπ³π₯ ππ³π’πͺπ.
