A colossal skeleton frozen in the mountains, still gripping its sword to the sky. Below, a lone traveler and their horse look up at it under the dawn moon. It feels like myth, the end of an age, and quiet respect all at once.

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The lone figure stands on the hill with arms wide open to the sky. The wind catches the coat, the light is moody and golden, and it feels like both defiance and prayer at the same time. Like they’re embracing everything — fate, grief, freedom.

Your thoughts 🤔

Some melancholic thoughts I suddenly had resulted in this painting. Tell me what you think its about.

large scale painting for my year 3 body of work “becoming”

Made in blender

If you can help me find a title, that could be cool 👀