In the dense, whispering forests of the Pacific Northwest, Nyra, whose name means Silent Wing, honed her craft not through raucous cawing but through the delicate art of observation. Unlike her boisterous kin, who reveled in the immediate clatter of the present, Nyra drifted through the towering cedar and spruce like a shadow, a silent, ebony current in the green undercurrent. This stillness allowed her to truly listen—to the ancient sap flowing in the trees, the secrets carried by the wind, and the faint, forgotten echoes of tales the land itself was trying to tell. She became the keeper of stories lost to time, tales of the mountain's birth, the river's first journey, and the stars' true names, weaving them into narratives as intricate and enduring as the interconnected roots of her forest home.
Original Watercolor and Ink. Image is 8” X 10” and is framed at 11” X 14”.
In the dense, whispering forests of the Pacific Northwest, Nyra, whose name means Silent Wing, honed her craft not through raucous cawing but through the delicate art of observation. Unlike her boisterous kin, who reveled in the immediate clatter of the present, Nyra drifted through the towering cedar and spruce like a shadow, a silent, ebony current in the green undercurrent. This stillness allowed her to truly listen—to the ancient sap flowing in the trees, the secrets carried by the wind, and the faint, forgotten echoes of tales the land itself was trying to tell. She became the keeper of stories lost to time, tales of the mountain's birth, the river's first journey, and the stars' true names, weaving them into narratives as intricate and enduring as the interconnected roots of her forest home.
Original Watercolor and Ink. Image is 8” X 10” and is framed at 11” X 14”.