She woke up
to a full moon,
and saw colors
everywhere.
Blinded,
She slept again.
(I drew this piece in dry pastels when I was visualizing how we work with multiple emotions that color our lives- somehow the month of March being the festive colorful season of Holi in India, I just couldn’t resist the temptation of posting this!)
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Beautiful imagery and a beautiful image as well! Also, i’ve actually been blinded by colours on holi in a very literal sense. Ha!
Thanks a lot! I had a similar experience and could not escape the colors, gubbaras or the friendly neighborhood visits:)