Flying Girl Remembers Her Dreams, or Night Blooming
Golden Fluid Acrylics on watercolor paper, 7"x10"
Here's one of the Flying Girls I've been struggling with. I think she's found her way. I'm hoping this means that I will be able to move forward with other Flying Girls, and that I have broken through the difficulties I was having. But I don't know if it's going to work like that.
I'm still tossing around a million and one thoughts, ideas, projects, worries, plans, tasks, responsibilities, deadlines. I don't know if there's room in all that for Dreams, or Night Blooming.
But maybe I need to remember what this girl remembers. And remember that there are dreams that continue on, even if we are caught up in the everyday, daylight living. Even if we don't remember those dreams right away, because we hit the ground running when we wake up. Maybe also, I need to remember that it's the night blooming flowers that have the most intoxicating scent. It's in the dark that we see the beauty that really is found in light.
Mystery and uncertainty, sure... but in the night, a candle's light is a beacon calling us home.
You can get a print of this Flying Girl in my shop. (I'm trying to keep ahead of myself in listing. It's a lot of work! Phew!)