"she was losing her ability to converse with the moon"
winter 2002. 9 x 12. acrylic and watercolour on bristol.
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very popular image, done on a whim to experiment with moon textures that I'd been using on clouds. based on a phrase that i rediscovered in an old sketchbook. original, but of unknown origin, which I think is a lot about growing up and losing magic along the way, if you're not careful.

people see loneliness, smallness, dreaminess in this. they're not wrong.