Misty smoke floats over and covers mountains and valleys spreading out for miles in front of and around me.
Before me are colors a thousand rainbows mixed together could not duplicate.
The most talented artists could never capture their beauty and glory with mere paint.
Shades of green turn to yellow, turn to gold, turn to orange, turn to red, scarlet and purple.
Sounds of water splashing against rocks as it rages down streams traveling I know not where.
I hear the sound of wind blowing gaudy colored leaves through trees. That southing sound puts my troubled mind at ease.
|Subject||∅ 27mm (1,06“), Aquarell|
|Paper||300g Water Color Paper|
|Dimensions||20 × 20 cm|