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Wonderland acrylic by me
I find it so amazing that we as un-winged creatures have found ways to achieve a bird's eye-view of the world.

I had so much fun with this painting, It appeared in mind's eye and wouldn't leave me alone until I painted it.

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  1. I adore this magical painting. I want to ride high in the swirly stew of blue and twinkling colors. Oh, Brooke, your art is so alive and vibrant. So full of whimsy color and magic.
    Beauty!!

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    1. Thank you, Leah. It has been so fun to share! It has been so nice to see your art on FB too! So incredibly magical!

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  2. What wonder-ful fun! Thank you for this cornucopia of gifts!

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    1. Thank you, again, for making this full of wonder by showing up every day with me. It means a lot to bring you joy when you've brought me some of my most profound moments in reading The Maeve Chronicles. Book closing and throwing it across the room ones, your words penetrated so deeply as center of the universe truth! Some of my most favorite moments in my life.

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  3. Wonder filled indeed. Pure, swirly, color-filled - MAGIC. I so want to be in one of those balloons right now, floating above all the swirls and color. This makes me happy, my friend.

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