They dance across your cheeks, bridge your nose, and dot your forehead, forming a constellation that shifts with the seasons of your life. In summer, they might shine a little brighter, catching the sun's glow; in winter, they may fade, whispering secrets of the dark, waiting for the sun to return.
They're reminders of days spent under the sky, of laughter in the sunshine, and whispers under the moon. They tell stories of your ancestors, connecting you to the vast web of life that stretches across the night sky. Your freckles, your stars, are a testament to the cosmos's beauty. They live with you, breathe with you, and move with you. They stand as proof of the universe's complexity and wonder, reflected in you. So, when you look in the mirror and see them, remember, you carry a piece of the grand cosmos that is uniquely yours. Brush Dancing in the Evening Light
This artwork captures the beauty of a sunset with bold, expressive brush strokes. The sky shifts in colors from a deep purple to a fiery orange near the horizon, where the sun is a bright, calm circle. The silhouette of the landscape features the distinctive shapes of cacti and desert hills, which stand out against the vivid backdrop of the sky. The technique used creates a texture that makes the painting feel dynamic, as if the sky and cacti are moving. It's a scene that feels both peaceful and alive, a moment when the day is turning into night and the world is full of color.
The Lone Quixote Letters is a deeply personal tale that charts the course of a decades-long friendship between two characters. The story is told through the lens of written letters and delves into themes of friendship, family, self-discovery, hope, love, growth, and transformation. The reader is taken on a journey that encompasses both the triumphs and struggles of the two friends, ultimately highlighting the message that hope and love endure, even in the face of life's challenges. We went for a walk in the woods… you stopped to feel the warmth of the sun as it caressed your face… and you smiled as the leaves playfully danced with the wind. the scariest dragons and the the fiercest giants usually turn out to be no more than windmills.
— Lone Quixote When I celebrate... I celebrate in ink and in paint. When I grieve... I grieve in ink and in paint. sometimes the scariest dragons and fiercest giants turn out to be no more than windmills |
THE LETTERS
Where I share the latest tidbits about a book I've been writing, a project that's close to my heart. It tells the story of a friendship that spans decades, exploring the lives of two characters deeply connected to each other. This narrative unfolds through intimate written letters, offering a window into their thoughts and experiences.
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