I’m waiting for the dancer, watching the incandescent light. I’m just sitting by the wayside on a “Richmond Street Night”.
The silhouettes dance against the windows, as the story plays out in this place we called a castle.
The skies break and along a northern shore illumination intercedes.
Driving along the patchwork hills headed toward the shore, the sky and sea open up and everything seems possible.
I’ve begun work on an acrylic version of “Richmond Street Night”.
I’m Dreaming about heading out to the shore on a slightly warmer day to look at the “Cove”.
Today’s painting is from quite a few years ago. A bit of posts to ghosts.