ELENA MARKOVA

For many years, I dreamed of magnificent trees swathed in fog. A vision of an enchanted forest, one which I have now seen in person— the rainforests of Oregon. Gnarled branches, intertwined in an eternal embrace, roots thick with moss; a magical landscape kissed by a cloud. The vision of enduring, mighty trees transcends time and space—the best inspiration is a sight of shores unseen.