This picture is not what I thought I was feeling. When I reach for the brush, real or virtual, I’m never sure what will appear.
While my physical self feels more like a grey cinder, when I look at this painting, I wonder if that cinder is carried aloft on the conflagration.
Facing fire, I’m awed not only by its life and dynamics – I’m amazed that somewhere beneath this life is in me.
Time for this cinder to float to the stars.
Blessings,
Jane
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Blessings,
Jane