She moved through the water with the quiet certainty of something eternal. The splash beneath her paw was not noise, but language—a syllable in the story the forest tells only to those who truly listen. Up close, her presence felt elemental. Not just bear, but embodiment—of rain, root, and the steady breath of the earth. Each droplet cast into the air seemed to shimmer with recognition, as if the river itself bowed in greeting. In that instant, I no longer felt like an observer. I felt like a witness to something older than history—something sacred and still alive. She passed, and the water closed behind her, as if to keep her secret.
Limited Edition of 25 prints each signed and numbered
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She moved through the water with the quiet certainty of something eternal. The splash beneath her paw was not noise, but language—a syllable in the story the forest tells only to those who truly listen. Up close, her presence felt elemental. Not just bear, but embodiment—of rain, root, and the steady breath of the earth. Each droplet cast into the air seemed to shimmer with recognition, as if the river itself bowed in greeting. In that instant, I no longer felt like an observer. I felt like a witness to something older than history—something sacred and still alive. She passed, and the water closed behind her, as if to keep her secret.
Limited Edition of 25 prints each signed and numbered
Want to see what Known to the River would look like in your home or office? Click here to request a free mock up!
