That night, I went away from the lights of the city to a park in Prague, and the starlight was especially beautiful. Moonbeams flashed like butterflies, and poplar down fell slowly onto my shoulders. I looked up at the blue-black sky, the wind blowing my hair, and for a moment I thought I could hear music in the vast blue sky above my head-so distant, blurry, and unreachable.
Acrylic on canvas, shipped in a tube.
