It’s Not Clouds in My Coffee
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It's not coffee. It's my one good eye. It's a scrying time. It's a small joy. It's a butterfly storm.
Delightful piece Ruth. Loving the butterfly storm. A good future to dwell upon with your one good eye. Maybe the other eye will catch a glimpse of that that the other eye sees more clearly. ♥︎♥︎⚖️♥︎♥︎
Thank you so much both for these kind words and for appreciating this work. I was happy with the outcome. I should probably share more of my processes, but I had a series of blue pieces, followed by a barely pink like in this one and now back to some bold jungle feeling colours. This is def the coming out of the blues piece.💗