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Horizon

 acrylic by me
Day 18 is offered a painting of a horizon, as more and more I simply see how it is ALL about contrast. My favorite contrast is the contour of mountains carving out a glowing sky.

I find the this peaceful,

and low-maintenance...

I like it.



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  1. Elizabeth CunninghamFebruary 21, 2016 at 11:25 AM

    Beautiful! Heading out to see the contour of our mountains against the sky right now!

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    1. Brooke February 21, 2016 at 10:18 PM

      I love this, Elizabeth. Thank you for letting me imagine this with you as added silhouette.

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  2. Lea BaylesFebruary 21, 2016 at 5:34 PM

    This painting fills me with joy! Most days my walk takes me to a ridge where I stop and drink in the glory of the Three Sisters outlined against the sky. Tomorrow I will also be thinking of you and this beautiful painting.

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    1. Brooke February 21, 2016 at 10:17 PM

      MMMMM, thank you, dear Lea. This brings such warmth to my heart. I love that I know the depths to which you can take in beauty and radiate it back out.

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  3. JuliaFebruary 22, 2016 at 9:21 AM

    I love love LOVE this (way more than I can say). This is pure, spiraly yumminess. And all that color! It's magical, my friend. I so love that you are exploring/playing/tapping into your beautiful, creative brilliance. Go you! So happy you're doing this...what a gift for all of us who get to receive.

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