Flying Girl Between Heaven and Earth, or (Im)Possible
Golden Fluid Acrylics on Paper 7"x10"
Here is my question here: in going for our dreams, do we sometimes fail to realize that we already have happiness right where we are?
While shooting for the moon, do we not recognize the day to day, the wonder, the fulfillment, the joy?
Maybe the moon really is impossible. Maybe it is just impossible right now in this moment. Maybe if we climb some trees, glowing with the blossoms of new Spring, we will find our path to the moon.
I mean, it is already a miracle to be able to fly. Should we revel in that miracle, instead of ignoring it for the dream of space flight?
Oh yeah, this is a prompt for Illustration Friday (Impossible)
Speaking of Possible/Impossible and Illustration Friday, they made me Pick of the Week this week, so Moon Rabbit is up there all week. Wow. I never thought that would happen. Thank you Penelope and Brianna.