New year, new beginnings, a new chapter.
2018 has brought me back to the start.
Happy New Year!
Are you having a good start so far?
Today, a day of bestowment,
Unseen future, uncertainty,
But on this day, in this moment,
It feels like electricity.
This is my last painting of 2017! :O this year have been a waiting period for me, lot of ups than downs so 2017 was good to me. How did 2017 treat you?
‘”Lift me up high”‘, I said to my wings,
Into the sky, where there are kings,
“I shall not cry!” But I don’t have wings.
It have been really hot in Australia too and my body does not agree with it. I became dizzy the other night just by laying down!
I hope you enjoy this painting and my poem.
How have your weeks fared?
I wanted a painting that was told in two stories but was linked in some way.
The sun and moon always have their dance at dusk and you can see the two entangling their separate worlds together:
As the sun dies it’s light illuminates the sky with mystical shades of yellow, orange and pink with the blue sky showing some reminiscence as if saying goodbye. When the sun dies, it’s light is soft but dying too so there is darkness high above and this is when you can see the moon, illuminated by the dying sun, and surrounded by stars now visible by the lack of sunlight.
The two are connected in such a brief moment, but together they are entwined.
I think of this dance as a parent and their child but to you, who is the moon and sun?