Oh my I forgot how beautiful this painting is. There is dark mysteriousness. The moon is dreamy, so warm.
Without a dark stky there is no glowing moon.
Always greeting my mind my heart, hi!
No dreans are to big
No matter the season there’ll always be a fig
The way you glow
Needs and wants I have them, this I know
Ok we’d be foolish to say more dark times please. Dark times are the moments we become wiser, braver, stronger and smarter. Maybe many dark times hurt so much because we aren’t used to being responsible for our inner experience. Many times what we call dark times aren’t that dark. It’s more like time to remind ourselves of who we truly are. We were born to make beautiful art!
With color this is the same concept. You have red, mix in a little white and you get pink. You have black, mix a little white and you get graceful gray. Lately there have been several occasions where I add too much blue or green and the color is dark, all seems unworkabke. Then I add a litle white or yellow, sometimes who knows what I I mix up. Suddenly, it’s where have you been all of my life.