Iterations: Blue 1125

 

Iterations: Blue 1125
ink and watercolor on paper
 
 

This morning I am led to imagine a machine that creates skies. Deep blues, foreboding greys, Sun-sparkled and stretching without end. Skies for all occasions, and occasions drifting merrily across each.

 

Personal skies, each customized to their owner. Holding overhead whatever memory you might long to keep.