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The soft breeze melds with the gentle warmth of a spring sun upon my winter pale face.
Pipers piping in joyous laughter.
A flock of warp speed birds skim above the water with an amazing sound likened to a small jet.
A large cackling of ducks madly flap by, seemingly arguing over their next plan of action.
The woosh of a sealion grasping his breath before returning to the depths.
A familiar distant call of a seagull.
A little bird hidden behind me in the trees, warbles an unusual metallic sound, reminding me of some space creature "phoning home".
Eagles gliding effortlessly, spiraling upwards in their personally claimed airspace.
Sunbleached and ocean worn logs tossed upon the shore higgildy piggildy like a colossal game of pick up stix.
Rocks worn smooth by years of enduring mother nature, stand strong and supportive; The grandfathers of all with their selected crags and cracks gently coddling a patch of moss, grass or salal.
Trees with their incredible will to survive, dig roots into seemingly desolate and hopeless ground, reach skyward with all their glory to announce their personal success.
Mountains in the distance fade into blue, their white tips slapped on randomly with a giants palette knife.
All this wrapped in a deep blue sky with little cloud puffs as the finishing touch…..
Posted by Cindy Mawle at 08:44 0 Comments
I seem to be drawn to figures lately. Not totally realistic but definetly my own style. I am waiting for some 12x36 canvases to come from Opus. My subjects seem to be waiting all in line for their chance to show themselves on canvas. I have an idea of who they will be, but like my style, they themselves will "morph" into their own.
You can find these two ladies under new series on the studios page.
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