There are spaces, places and times when we forget to focus on the song of the ego. We drop our story, our sense of a separate self, and wham! The absence of a "me" reveals the ever present love of the true self.
You who take me away from the torture of the echo of a "me". Thank you blue-forest.
Oil washes of blue and muted creamy-whites draw us into the light and shadows. A figure in the distant, silhouetted by the light is always you, always me.
ART - paintings