Original artwork description:

Woods held a certain terror to me as a child. In hindsight that was probably the very reason I spent so much time roaming around in them with my like-minded friends.
Living precariously was it for us, if only in our slowly maturing minds.
As we emerged from the forest's wintry darkness, triumphened yet secretely relieved, mother was waiting for us, and so was a hot dinner.
What about the less welcoming house on the right? Well, not everything in life was as romantic as described here.

Materials used:

Watercolor, gouage on 300gsm paper

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