Silent as the night, as her owl totem, as the moon, she worshipped from afar. Never too close, she gave them all space, so that when they called to her, she could fly, not on wings, but on fancy to a distant realm where dreams slept, awaiting her. So she waited, and she listened, quiet as the night, quiet as the moon, quiet as the owl calling her name.
365 Days of Paint + Story
This is year 2 of daily art-making. This year I'm adding a story to the mix. This painting is no. 24 from that project.
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