Remembering
A Dance
A
bit of the outside world
turns
to a misty fog
forced
to the corners
of
a familiar studio.
The
past is the present
as
memories of a dance
begin
to appear.
And
the pleasant struggle
of
proportions and mysteries
exposed
by the light
remove
the rest.
Had
a wonderful time last night sketching “CH”.
11”x
14” ink and watercolor
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Oh this is so beautiful...and I get a sense of he being comforted in the arms of a robed Protector...possibly a Pink Angel??
ReplyDeleteSorry, a flight of fancy on my part, I know!😉
Wonderful.😊😊
Thank you. Hopefully, robed or not, there is someone in her memories to dance with and keep the rest of the world away☺
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