Ethylene is a gas that induces a trance like state.
Did I ever tell you I paint to John Denver music, hence the sweeping strokes 😳 I also think about people on the site whilst I’m painting. I seem to have become very critical of my paintings now, even John seems more critical. I wonder why we are so hard on ourselves it is not as if we have to prove anything to anyone else. 🙄
I’m looking for perfection which my brain tells me is silly 😬 My head wants more and more but my heart tells me to paint for pleasure otherwise painting will become a chore.
Anyway this is today’s finished result.
PS I refuse to keep looking at it thinking I could make it better! 😉 Argh 😤
The wind cuts across the open field. An old oak stubbornly resists. Its yields a deep shaking of its leaves bristling against the change. A darkness curls up from the roots. Bitter tannin flavors the breeze as it passes by.
The foul smell carries upward. Bits of grey rolling into long low clouds. The sky and Sun try to resist. The steady breeze keeps flowing. And darkness fills the air.
A second wind grows steady beneath it’s grey shield. Unseen hands cast rain in fierce waves toward to unsuspecting ground. The other trees curl away fron the onslaught. Flowers bow their heads. Even the dirt dances about trying to hold ground.
Still the oak sways it’s branches. The storm feeds upon the ancient bark. Sinister lightning bolts feast upon its bark. Dark spirals dig into it’s sides. The bark frays. Sparks swirl about the grand oak. Slowly it’s leaves start…
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