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Ever try to paint a dream? This dream woke me up at 3am and wanted to be put to brush. The fragments, they shift and scatter. Grasping for those loved, striving to rise up. Feathers drop.
That moment where nothing done for good, none of the karma or kind words made a difference. Pain still came, and sorrow. Sitting with the the emotion and giving it the time it needs to move and grow into something new. Without dark there is no light.
Acrylic on paper.
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