This one is tiny, practically, only five by seven inches. The lady practically lept off the paint though. I will have to revisit her again. She was a fun visitor, and oil painting is a good medium for her.
I’ve been rereading some of W. B. Yeats’ poetry. Heres a piece that seems particularly fitting and appealing right now; just make sure you come back afterward. The world needs you awake and present.
“Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.”
Two lovely people sit on a swing under a cherry tree in full bloom. I love how the light in this one turned out. And while messing around with the photo editing options, I feel in love with the sepia. I almost wish I had painted that instead.