By Candle Light ‘ Ansul
I often dream in Candle Light.
I see her face, her love, her eyes.
As if by some impish cruel wind,
the invisible finger, blows it out.
Daylight hits me like acid rain,
those are tears of truth,
that burst from pain.
I wish, and hope for that Candle-Light,
When I see her face, her love, her eyes.
Lovely colors in the painting. What media is it?
You must have a page for paintings alone. I have seen the slideshow but it does not give other details that we would like to see.
Soo sweet of your dear for appreciating it…it is oils which I mixed with ground rocks/sand for texture, a technique I like using, even in murals.
I will try dear…all are framed, and I am unable to get a clear image.
You take good care of yourself…and I always look forward to your words and work.
Love,
Ansul