August 15, 2024
Paint a scene where shadows become light, where nourishment is pulled from the unseen and the night is rich and creamy.
Paint a scene where shadows become light, where nourishment is pulled from the unseen and the night is rich and creamy.
Paint silence where breath has no dominion.
Take heed, young artist: in the garden of intellect, repeat your strokes, like a humble learner pruning wisdom’s branches.
Ink the fleeting journey of a dove through the echo of images unseen.
In the quiet dance of shadows and golden light, craft a visual song where speaking leaves transmit silent wisdom.
In the castle of your mind, picture an overworked guardian disarmed by simplicity, melting his hard facade in the nourishing river of life.
Dive into the infinite maze of life’s grand design, where breath is taken by gills and complexity births evolution.
In the mirror of ephemeral existence, color the essence of transience, held in flacons, dancing in the rhythm of an unseen zoetrope.
Let the silent bollard dance with inenarrable popinjays under the silver moonlight.
Let the gos awaken within your canvas, roaming through juiciest of hues, and summersetted into realms untrodden.