Golden Skies

I hear in my mind 'That Eye the Sky', over and over again, when I am letting my subconscious art hand take over. I draw like a child, then observe like an adult to see what it is I have done. I barely ever want to change it. The dark golden sky is heavy, but it is promising still. the paradox of the past giving its riches through pain.

Oil pastel and pastel on recycled cardboard envelope

31cm x 26.5cm