In the morning behind windows was a (soya) milk colored curtain hanging from the sky. Thick, but sun rays still tickling through it. Slowly the curtain of mist moved, disappeared. A curtain making everything invisible, secret and soundless. No wind in its hems. A sunny day appeared. Clouds appeared to the sunny day. Half sunny, half cloudy. Now mostly clouds that still leave very fragile shadows.
Meadow Playing, another painting from spring time done for Sessun. It can be found on Sessun Songs Collection II. Meadow Picnic can be seen here. They are announcing that the summer is gone soon. Better to find knitting needles ready, though on my watercolor paper still summer colors do happen!
Soft brush strokes of green to your Thursday!
Meadow Playing, another painting from spring time done for Sessun. It can be found on Sessun Songs Collection II. Meadow Picnic can be seen here. They are announcing that the summer is gone soon. Better to find knitting needles ready, though on my watercolor paper still summer colors do happen!
Soft brush strokes of green to your Thursday!