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The Eastern Europeans write beautiful music but even when it’s its most triumphant, I always hear an undercurrent of sadness, hence the sparkling stars, the beautiful butterflies, and beneath it all, shimmering in a strange sort of dark glory, the death’s head moth.
Strings are typically blue and the tympani, as percussion often does, demanded its bright orange.
Golden Paint acrylics, sculpted, star glitter, gel pen, and upcycled jewelry on 9×11 canvas.
The Eastern Europeans write beautiful music but even when it’s its most triumphant, I always hear an undercurrent of sadness, hence the sparkling stars, the beautiful butterflies, and beneath it all, shimmering in a strange sort of dark glory, the death’s head moth.
Strings are typically blue and the tympani, as percussion often does, demanded its bright orange.
Golden Paint acrylics, sculpted, star glitter, gel pen, and upcycled jewelry on 9×11 canvas.
