What a leap: here in my painting.
I recognize all my colors: sometimes strong, other times subtle.
I saw an angel leap into my forest.
I come out of black, I look for my spirituality, a job that reflects my soul.
I look inside my forest, many looks, I find my angel.
Closed inside my forest, there is an angel, a friend with me.
There is a queen inside my forest.
You are my angel, locked inside my forest.
You are my friend, you are my livelihood.
You look out the window, everything is fine.
A man above the leaf sniffs a heart.
Four people keep their eyes closed, smell leaves and jump into a blue sky.
Many people in here ask for space, they ask for time.
Oil pastels on wood
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What a leap: here in my painting.
I recognize all my colors: sometimes strong, other times subtle.
I saw an angel leap into my forest.
I come out of black, I look for my spirituality, a job that reflects my soul.
I look inside my forest, many looks, I find my angel.
Closed inside my forest, there is an angel, a friend with me.
There is a queen inside my forest.
You are my angel, locked inside my forest.
You are my friend, you are my livelihood.
You look out the window, everything is fine.
A man above the leaf sniffs a heart.
Four people keep their eyes closed, smell leaves and jump into a blue sky.
Many people in here ask for space, they ask for time.
Oil pastels on wood
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