“A wizard walks through the forest, oblivious to the passing of time. Sunset is almost upon the land. His owl familiar flaps his wings to mark the spot for the last deed of the day. The wizard’s gaze gleams and he speaks magic words. Golden seed emerge from his hands and he throws them to the ground. Autumn is almost over, winter is coming. Life must endure. The wizard knows that, so he walks ever foreward. He doesn’t waste any time looking back, for he is not going that way.”

 

This is a piece I painted for my dad.