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Those pictures are as beautiful as they are melancholic, lush colours in them, especially the third one.
I am thankful for art, a direct link to the collective consciousness of the universe.
Gosh, on the Jung juice at 8am, must have been a good sleep.
Thank you very much for such a compliment, not sure it is deserved, but thank you.
I do agree with you about the power of images, I would love to be able to paint well.
My daughter is just getting her art portfolio together, as she is applying for a scholarship, if I had just a iota of her talent, I would be happy.
As it goes, when she was much smaller, she would ask me to draw for her, say a cat, after I was done she would rub my back in a circular motion and say ‘never mind Mummy, thank you for trying.’
I have been following your blog for some time now. I never comment because I am usually at work and well… you probably know how that goes. I must say you (and your readers!) are hilarious. I laugh out loud reading what goes on here, and I love that your posts are always thought provoking in many levels. Thank you for the beautiful images and for giving us something to look forward to every day.
Sharin’ the love,
Just by chance I watched a program about Russian art yesterday. Vrubel and his “Demon” series are really worth checking. They also showed a big abstract picture by Kandinsky – I would give one kidney to have it.