An image to be odd in these waves of loud expressive words. Walking creature amused in the dance that extends to the thinking realms deeper. Relaxed be the sight of a wonderful ride.
Tundra walls reveal a sickened creature on the edge of life. In time of passing, lost to history, but restored in the mentions of Earth. A darkness in last waves, but a reflection on the happiness, the loves of ones life respected and acknowledged.
This watercolor painting was done of one of the first flowers I saw upon arriving in London. It was a yellow climbing rose on the outside of our residence hall. I have the design for sale as prints and as printed products like mugs and shirts on Redbubble, Society6, Zazzle, and Threadless. Check out those sites via this link: https://linktr.ee/okhismakingart
Sometime last year when I went to my village after a while, some of the buildings I saw were now modern, they no more use mud bricks to build. What I saw was like the mud houses are giving way for the sky scrapers.
I painted this in Regent's Park, London. A yellow rose at sunset featuring a pink contrail in the sky. I have it available as prints, and prints on products on Redbubble, Society6, Zazzle, and Threadless. All sites are easily accessible via this link: linktr.ee/okhismakingart
