The ball has only been a reminder of how unloved this figure feels. They yearn to be free of all their pains. The leave The Death Dance, disrobe, and enter the pond in the dead of night. Lights fill their world, in their mind’s eye and they contemplate release. They take one final breath and prepare to dive below the waterline, into bliss… oblivion.
More to come…
Communication Clearinghouse
AI art created with Midjourney
Isle of Wight Loft Studio
Teaching, Traveling, Family * also at BarnesOnMove.com
London Abstract Street Photography
Bristol-based Educational Publisher
Amazing Architecture Projects Around The World
Culture, current affairs, geopolitics
escritos en el corazon
Abstract Painting, Ink Drawing, Digital Art and Stepping Stones
The New Renaissance Mindset 