The flight of the Phoenix
I have no idea what will unfold.
I am using rollers and oil pastels. The painting may change completely at any given moment. Sometimes I scratch away at the surface to reveal the white oil pastel beneath...sometimes I mask certain areas to keep the image in a certain area while I roll on a new coat of another hue.
I seem to be getting bigger...expanding. My whole body now wants to dance across the painting as I roll the pigment.
The Phoenix is taking me on a journey.
For this moment I have no past...
For this moment I have no future...
I am one with this big bird who somehow wants to take me with him through his journey into fire.
I have no idea what will unfold.
I am using rollers and oil pastels. The painting may change completely at any given moment. Sometimes I scratch away at the surface to reveal the white oil pastel beneath...sometimes I mask certain areas to keep the image in a certain area while I roll on a new coat of another hue.
I seem to be getting bigger...expanding. My whole body now wants to dance across the painting as I roll the pigment.
The Phoenix is taking me on a journey.
For this moment I have no past...
For this moment I have no future...
I am one with this big bird who somehow wants to take me with him through his journey into fire.
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