Night

" Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree."

Antoine De Saint-Exupery.

Need I say more?.

Morning Glory

This is the first piece I finish using almost exclusively Acrylic Inks (I used a couple of specs of white pastel here and there, I must confess). I love Morning Glories, and this year we planted them right outside our door. Everyone in my hose is mesmerized by them. So, after taking a dozen pictures and watching them for a month, I decided to give it a try and this is the result!.