Bone White Forest

The forest is full of birch trees, bone white on a snow-white ground. There is black sky all around, dotted with lights as flickering as fireflies. A fire burns in the centre, drawing you to it with its warmth and the smell of woodsmoke. The fire stands out like blood against snow, burning black and red as smoldering embers, where the flames rise above they become the colour of rich wine, and then fade to rosy gold. The very tips are bronze, the vivid light draped across the skeletal trunks and branches. The mesmeric dance of flames is striking against the monochromal landscape. In the blackness of the forest the lightly falling snow intertwines with embers. 

Art and text by Lucie MacAulay