Dreams dripping from dewdrops of old growth trees, light-language spoken through souls, starlight reflected in water and eyes alike.

This painting has changed since I posted it, but who hasn’t? 

Change, growth, evolution, one thing leads to another - as it did the night I painted over the pinks and embraced the earth. I’ll add another photo… one of these days. 

The energy is the same though, and with each new layer of paint, a new level of magic and light is added too.