Chloe De Burgh

The perspective is as though the viewer is lying on their back under the trees. Huge trees reach up from all sides of the painting, outlined by a perfect blue sky. Moss climbs up the trunks and branches, which seem to sway gently in the breeze before your eyes. The next painting is of dunes in a desert. The sand glitters like gold as it forms the peaks and valleys of the sparse landscape.

The perspective is as though the viewer is lying on their back under the trees. Huge trees reach up from all sides of the painting, outlined by a perfect blue sky. Moss climbs up the trunks and branches, which seem to sway gently in the breeze before your eyes. The next painting is of dunes in a desert. The sand glitters like gold as it forms the peaks and valleys of the sparse landscape.

The perspective is as though the viewer is lying on their back under the trees. Huge trees reach up from all sides of the painting, outlined by a perfect blue sky. Moss climbs up the trunks and branches, which seem to sway gently in the breeze before your eyes. The next painting is of dunes in a desert. The sand glitters like gold as it forms the peaks and valleys of the sparse landscape.

You have never seen a place so bare and brutally beautiful. Moorland, coastline, pastures, and so much more are represented in the collection of paintings. You go from frame to frame, mentally stepping in and out of each like someone dipping their toes in a crystal clear pool. For a brief moment, you are transported to these landscapes.

You have never seen a place so bare and brutally beautiful. Moorland, coastline, pastures, and so much more are represented in the collection of paintings. You go from frame to frame, mentally stepping in and out of each like someone dipping their toes in a crystal clear pool. For a brief moment, you are transported to these landscapes.

You have never seen a place so bare and brutally beautiful. Moorland, coastline, pastures, and so much more are represented in the collection of paintings. You go from frame to frame, mentally stepping in and out of each like someone dipping their toes in a crystal clear pool. For a brief moment, you are transported to these landscapes.

You can feel the wind of the moorland, smell the scent of the sea, and hear the bleating of sheep in the pastures. On the other wall of the gallery is a collection of portraits, yet they are faces unlike any you have ever seen before. They seem to be images of fairies. Some of them have hair like fluffy moss or blades of grass. Others have eyes in vibrant hues you only ever see in flower petals.

You can feel the wind of the moorland, smell the scent of the sea, and hear the bleating of sheep in the pastures. On the other wall of the gallery is a collection of portraits, yet they are faces unlike any you have ever seen before. They seem to be images of fairies. Some of them have hair like fluffy moss or blades of grass. Others have eyes in vibrant hues you only ever see in flower petals.

You can feel the wind of the moorland, smell the scent of the sea, and hear the bleating of sheep in the pastures. On the other wall of the gallery is a collection of portraits, yet they are faces unlike any you have ever seen before. They seem to be images of fairies. Some of them have hair like fluffy moss or blades of grass. Others have eyes in vibrant hues you only ever see in flower petals.

They have skin in every color of the rainbow, and their wings are more lovely than those of any butterfly. you would think that this side of the hallway bore a dozen little windows rather than portraits for how realistic these paintings are. And surely, the fairy you thought you saw blinking at you was a trick of the light.

They have skin in every color of the rainbow, and their wings are more lovely than those of any butterfly. you would think that this side of the hallway bore a dozen little windows rather than portraits for how realistic these paintings are. And surely, the fairy you thought you saw blinking at you was a trick of the light.

They have skin in every color of the rainbow, and their wings are more lovely than those of any butterfly. you would think that this side of the hallway bore a dozen little windows rather than portraits for how realistic these paintings are. And surely, the fairy you thought you saw blinking at you was a trick of the light.

At the end of the hallway, just to the side of the huge circular window, is a small unassuming door. You could easily have missed it if you were not paying attention. You open the door and find a staircase leading up. Something inside you urges you to explore and before you know it, you are starting to climb. You aren't sure how much time passes. It is as though you are in a trance.

At the end of the hallway, just to the side of the huge circular window, is a small unassuming door. You could easily have missed it if you were not paying attention. You open the door and find a staircase leading up. Something inside you urges you to explore and before you know it, you are starting to climb. You aren't sure how much time passes. It is as though you are in a trance.

At the end of the hallway, just to the side of the huge circular window, is a small unassuming door. You could easily have missed it if you were not paying attention. You open the door and find a staircase leading up. Something inside you urges you to explore and before you know it, you are starting to climb. You aren't sure how much time passes. It is as though you are in a trance.

Your mind is only curious about what you might find at the end of your journey. Finally you arrive at a small landing with another tiny door. You go through and find yourself at the top of the tallest tower. You can see for miles around. You look down on the grounds, admiring the way the flowers in the garden wave gently in the night breeze. You see the hedge maze behind the garden.

Your mind is only curious about what you might find at the end of your journey. Finally you arrive at a small landing with another tiny door. You go through and find yourself at the top of the tallest tower. You can see for miles around. You look down on the grounds, admiring the way the flowers in the garden wave gently in the night breeze. You see the hedge maze behind the garden.

Your mind is only curious about what you might find at the end of your journey. Finally you arrive at a small landing with another tiny door. You go through and find yourself at the top of the tallest tower. You can see for miles around. You look down on the grounds, admiring the way the flowers in the garden wave gently in the night breeze. You see the hedge maze behind the garden.

Even now, you cannot trace the journey from the entrance to the center. You wonder how it was that you managed to find your way out Beyond the grounds of the castle is a seemingly unending forest. Trees carpet the landscape for miles around, leading eventually to huge purple mountains with glittering snowcaps.

Even now, you cannot trace the journey from the entrance to the center. You wonder how it was that you managed to find your way out Beyond the grounds of the castle is a seemingly unending forest. Trees carpet the landscape for miles around, leading eventually to huge purple mountains with glittering snowcaps.