“I see the soul of the trees. Every gnarled knot & scar revealed. Nothing to conceal under a pretentious foliage.”
“The branches like penitent lacerations of remorse & regrets extending further on and further on towards the sky, waiting for something.”
Best part of writeup. It reminded me of the day when I painted “Solitude” for you.
This is my third week in Worthing. There are two things here that I can’t take my eyes off. The blue sky and bare trees. I compared the photographs of sky that I have taken from my home town with that of here. There is a remarkable difference in their blueness. Or is it just […]
Of Blue Sky and Bare Trees
Malfunctions of My Brain 
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