I have been thinking a lot lately about the soul, death, and dying. The mystery is so vast that most of us don't waste our time thinking too long about it. When someone we know dies it's comforting to think that some part of them lives on. Is that the soul? Is it just memories and footprints that we leave for the living or is it something that we take with us when we die? Is it moral compass that guides us while we live? I am not a religious person. So, I picture the soul being a like a tree that is constantly giving and receiving. Reaching out towards the light and rooting down far beneath the ground. The leaves grow and fall and grow again. I picture it being this tree. This painting was extremely fun for me. I experimented with color and texture and didn't care if it turned out or not. I just wanted to paint something out of my head and use my imagination and every color I own! It's not my usual style, but sometimes ya gotta break free, ya know?
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