Dusk descends on distant silhouettes, as silence lowers a veil of violet on all who dwell here. Lunar illumination rises and casts shadows on the glassy face of crystalline shimmer. In a dance of pulsing light, a giant stands in ever present appreciation for the daily spectacles that return in unspoiled splendour. Be stewards of this magical place, and take pause to absorb the gifts of the Amethyst moon.
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Dusk descends on distant silhouettes, as silence lowers a veil of violet on all who dwell here. Lunar illumination rises and casts shadows on the glassy face of crystalline shimmer. In a dance of pulsing light, a giant stands in ever present appreciation for the daily spectacles that return in unspoiled splendour. Be stewards of this magical place, and take pause to absorb the gifts of the Amethyst moon.
This collector piece is one out of a growing edition that I started creating in 2016. You will notice that the edition number and the artist’s signature is engraved on the back of the kayak, so as more pieces are created in the Kayak Series in the future, the lower edition numbers will translate to an increase in value with the passage of time.
I sit at the edge of day. It is the beginning of night. The sun exchanges places with the moon, and there is great stillness in the air. The night is full of magic, but all that is heard is the echo of the loon’s call. Blue Mystique envelopes those who will listen to the silence. The silence that is you.
This collector piece is one out of a growing edition that I started creating in 2016. You will notice that the edition number and the artist’s signature is engraved on the back of the kayak, so as more pieces are created in the Kayak Series in the future, the lower edition numbers will translate to an increase in value with the passage of time.
Warmth caresses my soul through speckled shadows upon crystal waters. Silence reaches out to me as a gift from one who knows. Pine fresh visions guide me in directions yet to be discovered, as clouds of wispy textures float overhead. These are the pleasures of kayak summers.