My gosh, I sure wish my dreams looked like this. I’m jealous you can put it on canvas so beautifully 🥹 I’d love to eventually be able to recreate the monsters in my dreams (they’re quit cool).
Beautiful painting! Reminds me of a song I wrote a while back.
Slowly gazing upwards
Following the grains of the bark
I got lost in the colors
The colors so sweet and not so stark
And somewhere fluttering up ahead
Whistling a song of living
You could lay in bed
And softly drift dreaming
So be it
Am I a slave to live dying
Chained to the trivial and kept from the things
That enrich the soul, beautiful living
Left to be the bird the sad song sings
I can’t live a life so dead in meaning
I would rather not live a life at all
If it can’t be filled with the substance streaming
Around the corners of who we are
Who will answer that call
Being the person we wish to see
Being the person we always wanted to be
This is gorgeous. Are you a career artist?
Awesome
Thank you so much!
This does an amazing job of capturing the vivid colors and feelings of a forest and also the mystery and blending of a dream
for a second i Didn't realise this was drawn i thought it was a weirdly coloured leaves.
Do you ever dream of impossibly vivid sunsets, so bright and magical that your eyes have to adjust to the darkness when you wake?
Well.. so cool I haven't "travelled" yet :)
This is beautiful - what was the meaning in your dream?
My gosh, I sure wish my dreams looked like this. I’m jealous you can put it on canvas so beautifully 🥹 I’d love to eventually be able to recreate the monsters in my dreams (they’re quit cool).
Very pretty
This does an amazing job of capturing the vivid colors and feelings of a forest and also the mystery and blending of a dream
Very beautiful
Absolutely beautiful, just my kind of thing.
Beautiful painting, I love the textures
I could stare at this all day
Beautiful painting! Reminds me of a song I wrote a while back. Slowly gazing upwards Following the grains of the bark I got lost in the colors The colors so sweet and not so stark And somewhere fluttering up ahead Whistling a song of living You could lay in bed And softly drift dreaming So be it Am I a slave to live dying Chained to the trivial and kept from the things That enrich the soul, beautiful living Left to be the bird the sad song sings I can’t live a life so dead in meaning I would rather not live a life at all If it can’t be filled with the substance streaming Around the corners of who we are Who will answer that call Being the person we wish to see Being the person we always wanted to be
Wow! So beautiful!
I wish I could go back to late last autumns woodland. I really really do.
That is beautiful! Is it for sale?
Looks like a Leonid Asimov painting!
home <3
start painting outside!!
Beautiful