Oil paint

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  1. Posted December 15, 2017 at 7:04 pm | Permalink

    The story behind this image goes like this/
    He goes for a walk on a summers morning to the park, early in the morning in time to experience the sun rise as he sits amongst the trees on a fallen branch, which is perfect in order for him to rest and drink his coffee and immerse himself into the moment.
    Immerse he does, not that he falls, he simply becomes, what does he become? he becomes part of it in so far as he melts into the sound, the rays of the rising sun touch him and give a flavour to his idea of being one and at one, so he gets up and goes over to a little bunch of snow-drops and picks them apologising as he does, he then spends the next hour or so studying them and admiring there perfection, the image I have created here is to mainly convey the feeling that filled me to overflowing that glorious morning.

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