A quiet creature of the forest floor.The mottled toad sits watchfully, as if it has wandered from some damp woodland hollow where moss gathers and the air smells of rain. Neither grand nor showy, it carries the quiet magic of small things — the kind you notice only when you slow down.Painted in layered inks, oils and lacquer, the surface holds depth and texture, like earth after rainfall. A small guardian of the undergrowth, bringing a hint of the wild and the slightly mysterious into the room.Mixed media on canvas, 30 × 25 cm.