Where Will Your Road End?

Description

This painting feels like a vision caught between worlds—earthly and divine.

I see a forest touched by something beyond nature:

A winding path, damp with memory,
pulls the eye deeper through a tunnel of trees—
their trunks blackened, not by fire, but time.
The leaves shimmer in spring’s blush,
as if each limb remembers life
even while ghosts wander the roots.

Figures—pale and mist-born—linger between the trees.
Not threatening,
but watching.
Guardians, or perhaps echoes
of those who’ve walked this road before.

Above, the sky breaks open.
Not with light,
but with presence.
A vast face emerges from the clouds,
bearded and calm,
like a silent question:
“Where will your road end?”

There is awe in this place—
and reverence.
Color spills through the canopy,
but the quiet hum of spirit remains louder
than any birdsong.