Ramblings. Musings. Art is breath, and life is our paintbrush. Our words become the paint and the world is our canvas. It is up to you as to what is left when you are gone.
Here is a painting in progress, I started it a while back, again, interconnectedness of nature. This picture is a little more abstract and a little less surrealistic. This picture shows the bones of the painting, no color yet.
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