acrylic on paper 15"x20" The hillside was banded in pewter and gold that had worn away like old dinner plates. From internal dirt and mold and steaming rotten leaves erupted growth of eternal oceans of moist love. It flew with wings of white winter doves into the sun behind clouds and ready to fall again as forgotten rain into rivers of time and oceans of space.
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Ric Strange 28 Jun 2009
nice!Annette Labedzki 05 Apr 2009
absolutely beautiful and i'm posting this on my facebook profile!Barry Huyett 03 Apr 2009
very g 00 D!Nikolay Semyonov 02 Apr 2009
... and the intro also adds even more charmmel taylor 30 Mar 2009
So beautiful, John!!! Mel