Monday, May 2nd, 2016
Are you weeping because it’s Monday? Me, too! Ah, well, the weekends can’t last forever.
Rain breaks up the blue of the sky, rivulets of white that weigh down the weeping willow trees below. The vault of the sky above presses downward, drawing the eye to the ground and the faded, ghostly figure walking among the branches.
The bare trees give a wintry feel to the scene, as does the cool turquoise blue of the sky, just barely desaturated by the gloom of the rainstorm.
Where in your life could you use a small reminder of the beauty in the death of the year?
Above, you can see the ghostly figure moving through the winter willows. Below, the art has been tucked into a temporary frame to dream of finding its permanent home with you.