Irene Oleksiuk

Window box gnomes. A forest nymph with vermilion tresses. The arched bridge over the moss garden. The melting paint over the decaying window frame. The paint spilling off the window trim onto the panes. The fake ivy wreath hanging behind everything on the wall.

This is the land beyond your mind.

As luck would have it, although Jung said there are no coincidences, only synchronicity, I found the perfect video to accompany this wonderful picture. Synchronicity and her handmaiden, serendipity, indeed.