Rochelle,
Exactly. This piece is the last of a series I've done completely out of my imagination. It's a day in the life of an angel: at dawn viewing the sun rise over a mountain; at midday, walking through the woods with my two cats and my dog; and the last, at day's end, sleeping while a lion watches over her. All of these "appeared" on the canvas. Faint inconsistencies in the brush strokes of the base color turned into shapes...yadda yadda yadda. I think you know just what I'm talking about. I never want it to end.
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ALWAYS REMEMBER Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by
the moments that take our breath away.
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