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Golden Sailboat


Golden Sailboat acyrlic by me

This is my golden, as ever, abundant-in-swirls, sailboat. Perhaps at sunset, perhaps at sunrise.

Being on the sea during either time, if I were very present and not worrying about storms, or being eaten by sharks, or hitting the dock when I docked--would be a most treasured experience.

I have always loved light reflected off the water, no matter what time of day, but the special glows cast by sunrise and sunset--these are Grace to me. I know that I am not the only one who feels this, which is also very nice. There is something most of us can agree on. I love how we can all just stare out at a sinking or rising golden orb, and nobody scoffs at us. They join us. I love the reverence that descends without anyone prodding. I love the time taken out of busyness. I love the quiet.

When I look at this painting, it reminds me that I can close my eyes and picture myself on the bow of a ship, and can summon how it feels to bask in golden light from our sun. It has been so fun playing with color.

Day 26~3 days left! Thanks for reading.
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  1. Elizabeth CunninghamFebruary 29, 2016 at 9:02 AM

    There with you! This painting gives me such a feeling of peace.

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  2. JuliaMarch 2, 2016 at 10:01 AM

    I can so see this painting in a children's book. Such magic and play here...

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  3. JuliaMarch 2, 2016 at 10:02 AM

    PS: I so love the colors in this one...

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