Half-way there and what do we find - red glacial mountains, a small sailing boat on a placid, red, Lake Lucerne, a suspension bridge from nowhere to nowhere, and strange elongated tenticle-like arms touching as nervous lovers do. Is this a dream? Or am I only a bit feverish?
Mixed media on paper - collage, acrylics, felt pen.
The excitement is getting too much for me...I'll have to go lie down in a darkened room.
See yous tomorrow, toots sweet :o)