The wind is stirring my dirt, with rain and scents in crisped and brown. You are here, time wound, now sprung. Floating delivery, you brought me here.
Often when I paint, I am reminded or hear music that felt good at one time or another. Today was no different and felt the hands and motion of Julee Cruise (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uKDetywgLb4). She is ethereal personified when her voice lilts down and over.
This triptych becomes inconsequential compared to Julee’s sky writing voice.