As the light of the day comes to a close, I reflect back on past memories of friends, family, relations, loves gone, loves now and like the drifting hot-air-balloons some thoughts are clear and some are just a little fuzzy, but all are wonderful and I am great-full. Oil on archival board mounted on a varnished wooden box. (Sold)
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This one is particularly enchanting. I can only imagine how wonderful it would be to float up to touch such beauty and silence.
Thanks Cyndy, I still have to tweak this just a bit....
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