During my meditation which I managed on the third attempt, (The silence was twice interrupted -once by the cat scratching to come in and once by the cough monster, but I found my fairy lights and a glass of Baileys) my word HOPE came very quickly. There are those close to me who are ill and I want them to get better more than anything.... I find it easy to visualize and the path lead to a hall with a vaulted ceiling painted with angels as in one of my favourite pictures, Night with her Train of Stars. This is a huge piece which I always look at when in Birmingham. It is simply beautiful.
My angel had an aura of irridescent jade like the sea in St Ives on a sunny day. Her eyes were closed in contemplation as she prayed and looked heavenward.
I can not begin to describe how much I loved drawing and painting her. I can see how much I've learnt since I started drawing faces again. Still masses to learn and refine but my confidence is growing.
Julie this one is literally for you. I could feel your inspiration as I painted it.
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