A dragon moves through the mists like memory — vast, patient, and half-remembered. Its scales drink the gray light, each breath fogging the air into slow, silver rivers. Where it passes, the world hushes: reeds bow, distant birds fold their wings, and the forest leans inward to listen. Eyes, older than the hills, lift from their dreaming; a low exhale sends tendrils of vapor curling around stone and root. Not a beast of immediate menace, but presence — ancient and inevitable — reminding the land that some things endure beyond the clarity of daylight, existing instead in the soft, persistent hush of the mist.
Original art by Jen Monson
Printed by Jen Monson
5”x7” Canvas Art Print
Printed on 100% real cotton canvas. Comes in an 8”x10” mat, ready to hang as is or in a frame.
A dragon moves through the mists like memory — vast, patient, and half-remembered. Its scales drink the gray light, each breath fogging the air into slow, silver rivers. Where it passes, the world hushes: reeds bow, distant birds fold their wings, and the forest leans inward to listen. Eyes, older than the hills, lift from their dreaming; a low exhale sends tendrils of vapor curling around stone and root. Not a beast of immediate menace, but presence — ancient and inevitable — reminding the land that some things endure beyond the clarity of daylight, existing instead in the soft, persistent hush of the mist.
Original art by Jen Monson
Printed by Jen Monson
5”x7” Canvas Art Print
Printed on 100% real cotton canvas. Comes in an 8”x10” mat, ready to hang as is or in a frame.
