Painted in Tasmania's quiet, wild light,
The Song of Trees took shape,
its branches telling stories of wind and time,
its roots humming of earth, water, and sun.

A painting that holds the voice of a forest,
a song of memories, movement, and life,
echoing through the landscape long after
the light has faded.

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In the morning light,
flowers bloom, the morning dew glimmers
beneath the sunlight.

Each petal greets the morning sun,
soft whispers in the gentle breeze,
the meadow glows as the day begins.

The beauty in each flower's face,
a peaceful, colorful embrace.

Slowly opening,
revealing itself to the world,
dancing in the morning light,
a world of wonder.

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Tiare, the fragrant flower,
worn in the hair,
a symbol of beauty and welcome.

A quiet memory
of island days,
carrying the spirit of the islands
in every woman who wears its bloom.

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Beyond romance,
there is another kind of love,
the love of friendship,
of chosen souls,
of those who walk beside us.

Perhaps we forget to say it enough.
And I love you...

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Looking at a picture, allowing yourself to be absorbed, is much like reading.

Immersing yourself in a story, diving into another world.

I love getting lost in books. This artwork reminds me to read more.

"With freedom, flowers, books, and the moon, who could not be perfectly happy?" (Oscar Wilde)

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Glowing in vibrant orange, a symbol of happiness, vitality, and light.

A leaf of singular beauty,
a symbol of growth and protection,
of peace, strength, hope, and love.

Rooted in duality,
yin and yang,
the feminine and masculine.

The tree of life,
its leaf a quiet reminder:
love endures.

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Live for the tiny little things in life. Life is a series of thousands of tiny little miracles.

Live for sunrises and sunsets. The sound of the ocean, the smell of the rain and starry nights.

Live for the small words of praise, a smile. The tiny things like a good cup of coffee or a fresh smelling flower, a handwritten love note or the smile of a stranger.

Live for the tiny things in life, because they will make you realize that this is what life is about. Let's dance in the sunlight, wearing wildflowers in our hair. Live for the tiny little things.

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A slice of lemon raspberry pie,
its vibrant raspberry colours
glowing softly in the light.

Resting on a handmade yellow clay plate,
a simple moment became a small oasis.

I painted it so I could hold on to it,
the sweetness, the colours,
and the quiet feeling of stillness.

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Some whimsy, some wonder, and a whole lot of romance.\n\nYume means dream, a place where imagination blooms, a little piece of one captured here.

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Dancing in a sea of flowers, embracing their untamed beauty.

Flowers everywhere, in my hands and in my hair.

A soft breeze sways across the meadow, where wildflowers dance beneath an endless sky.

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I love the ocean.

Gazing toward the horizon,
I feel freedom, possibility,
the future opening.

I look to where the light comes from,
where beginnings live.

The ocean lifts me,
fills me with quiet strength,
and turns my thoughts toward hope.

Free from fear.
As free as the ocean.
She calms my soul.

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Memories of Tasmanian bays,
in shades of pale blue,
lilac, and grey.

Quiet waters holding the colours of a calm horizon.

A little bay,
tucked away in memory.

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She sits there, gazing into the distance, her hair blowing softly in the wind. Maybe she's by the sea, maybe somewhere else in nature.

She doesn't think from fear, she simply is. Calm, still, breathing.

A moment in time where nothing needs to be fixed, changed, or rushed. Just the quiet truth of being alive, held in that fragile space between one breath and the next.

A soft pause in the noise of the world, where the heart can rest. A lovely reminder.

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Autumn leaves fall like gold,
the winds of change begin to blow.

She is like a beautiful, bright autumn day,
with golden hair and eyes blue like the sky.

Autumn brings early sunsets and magical,
damp mornings.

The sun casts beautiful rays of light
through the misty trees.

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Cherry blossoms, so beautiful and tender.
Saku; to bloom, to smile.

Tiny pink petals unfolding in the air,
as if the world is learning gentleness again.

Little flowers woven softly through her hair,
like spring itself choosing to linger there.

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Drawn on the back of an old love letter, typed long ago.\n\nThe paper carries its own story, in faded colours, wrinkles, and worn edges, quietly holding the mystery of another time

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Beautiful Siroua,
a place of magical memories,
hidden in a beautiful village far away in the Atlas Mountains.

Breathtaking roads
with panoramic views of villages
and fields where women worked
with quiet strength. Her gaze holds the beauty of this land, its warmth, resilience, and timeless spirit.

I captured her eyes in this painting,
a moment I will always carry with me.
Now we say goodbye,
but I promise you: I will return.

I always come back.

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In Japan, the colour red is auspicious, a symbol of happiness, strength, and joy.\n\nA warm embrace of colour, filling this painting with beauty and energy.\n\nHer kimono tells a story, of elegance, tradition, and grace.\n\nA piece that brings a smile, with every glance.

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Pink flowers dancing in the sun,
soft as morning when the day's begun.
They teach the heart to wander free,
through quiet dreams and gentle beauty.

Staying positive, graceful and true,
like a rose awakening in the light anew
soft as morning when the day's begun.

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There is a magical touch imparted by the flowers and their softness. I think it has a positive influence on our minds. From printed to real flowers, let your home bloom anew with this painting.

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