Nestled in the hollow of the trees, the windowless house seems not to see us. It goes unnoticed by the passer-by who gets lost because of it, we only see a strange facade, closing in on the inner world. Protected, as if melted in Mother Nature, is she waiting for someone to come and free some princess, distraught with love, immured by some spell? Thanks to Alain Françon for this poem

Artwork Size & Ink Base:

oil on canvas (41X33cm)

Artwork Style

  • Impressionism
  • Landscape

Artwork Size

  • Less than 50cm

Painting Technique

  • Oil


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