Wings folded for sleep...
Wings folded for sleep,
a nest in the universe,
like a distant moon.
I find myself thinking about perspective a lot. How things look from above—safety, warmth, love. How the smallest things can mean the world to us. How a little bit of the right thing can be enough. This painting and poem represent that thinking.
It is also framed in a new frame color option I am now offering on my website: Galactic Blue. It’s deep in the shadows and sparkles in the light.