It really does have a title.
I just ain’t gonna share it.
The room still slightly smells of roses. So many things have happened here. If walls could talk ~ the stories they could tell. The darkness outside holds the past and future, what is coming in? Who has left? I am alone and afraid with this vision. For me it is a quite nightmare. I want to go out into the blackness chasing what I have lost. I await the monster just outside, knowing it is about to come in.
This painting without a shared title is acrylic on canvas and was painted I think in 2004.
Like many of my painting it was done in the middle of the night instead of sleeping.
No plot or plan was in my head… I just broke out the paint and let it create itself.
Art is medicine for your soul!
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