Moon Flowers

This was my last painting before I realised my recent frenetic creative period had ended. As I said in my previous post I was sort of burnt out and needed to step back before undertaking another painting.
This was an opportunity to clear and clean my studio which quite frankly had become a tip! Having done that I feel ready ( almost ) to start painting again.

Meanwhile here is a recent poem of mine. It is called ' Grey '

 

 

A cold wind moves the grey pines

My heart whispers grey like the air

The illusion of independence vanishing

crushed on the grey rocks of reality

The shattered dust of delusion

reforming in glorious yellow

 

My next painting will be glorious yellow.