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In full sun, the pristine white paper on my easel flooded with light. Shadows covered portions like ominous clouds in a thunderous sky. Images like these in my immediate surroundings shock me. I try to remember in those fleeting moments to open my eyes and catch ordinary objects transforming into the color and texture of honey. I poured dark paint onto my paper watching for shapes to emerge from the light. I played in the wet shadows like a child in a rainstorm.
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