Twilight in Santa Cruz

There is strangeness in the moment when the last vestiges of sunlight and the glowing orb of creativity meet to illuminate the shadow of the beast that lies within.  What sultry gloom of reflection lines the light that lay where silver slivers pierced the mist of day.  Cardinal directions, no better than runes, choose one, go, with light, for the path begins right now.


 

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oil pastel

16 x 22 (40.6 x 55.8)

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