#10 - The Moon, The Tree & The Spring, Basin Park, Eureka Springs, AR

Most folks forget that the spirit of Eureka Springs is older than any holiday we celebrate here. 

She’s been whispering in the Basin Spring and sleeping in the crystals since before memory had a name, watching generations wander through her hills in every costume the world could stitch together. 

She claims none of our traditions, yet she adores the way our honest hearts glow through them, especially on the night the Christmas tree is lit. 

That’s when she sends her quiet companions to bear witness: Moon Pebble, the tiny flicker-winged fairy; Moth Queen, regal and bright as dusk; and Old Bramblefoot the Sassquatch, who pretends he doesn’t care but never misses a year. 

Hidden from sight, they listen as strangers and locals alike gather with their mismatched stories and wide open hearts, each one shining in its own peculiar way. 

And every winter, Eureka feels the same old miracle rise: that on this one night, difference doesn’t divide us at all - it makes the whole place sparkle. It warms her ancient heart, and she offers the same quiet blessing she’s given wanderers for generations: Stay Weird, Eureka. The greatest gift you can give yourself, and the world, is the gift of being y

Moonlight Belongs to Dreamers: Love Letters to Eureka Springs, Arkansas

This piece began as a real photo, taken during a moonlit walk through Eureka Springs, Arkansas. I refine the image in Photoshop, then collaborate with a drawing tool to translate its emotion into an oil painting style. The result is a visual poem, rooted in place, rich with feeling. Every print is finished by hand and paired with its story.

This is art as invocation, an invitation to remember the magic that is all around us.