Un-named

 So i went without painting for about 3 weeks and then i painted this...it was a bit of a creativity explosion. I think autumn has that effect on me...I love fall!!! I stopped painting for a few days after the top version and then i continued on...I think that i might like the Before painting better....what do you think?Not that it matters because there's no going  back to the older version.
I actually still might work on it more because im not completely satisfied with it yet....im fairly content with the right side but Not the left side. If i happen to work on it more i shall do an update post.
What do you all think i should name the painting? I have zero inspiration in that area...

And i leave you with some lyrics to the song that plays in my head every time i see the colourful leaves flutter through the autumn air...

I saw the autumn leaves peel up off the street,
take wing on the balmy breeze and sweep you off your feet.

You blushed as they scooped you up on sugar maple wings,
to gaze down on the city below, ablaze with wondrous things.

Downy feathers kiss your face and flutter everywhere.
Reality is a lovely place but I wouldn't want to live there.

I wouldn't wanna live there!

Weighed down by heavy lids and lunar lullabies,
I knew you were wide awake because you smile with your eyes.

Downy feathers kiss your face and flutter everywhere.
Reality is a lovely place but I wouldn't want to live there.

From the green belt balcony, the wildfires look so pretty.
Ponderosa canopy, I’d never leave if it were up to me.
To the ruby redwood tree, and to the velvet climbing ivy:
painted all mahogany, I’d never leave if it were up to me.

..If it were up to me..

With a starry brush, paint the dusk venetian blue,
because in the evening hush, you’ll never believe the view.
And when the leaves return and their whisperings fill the night,
they’ll freeze and burn where fire and ice collide.

Can you feel a silk embrace in the satin air?
If we dissolve without a trace, will the real world even care?
Downy feathers kiss your face and flutter everywhere.
Reality is a lovely place but I wouldn't want to live there.

I wouldn't want to live there!

I saw the autumn leaves peel up off the street,
take wing on the balmy breeze and sweep you off your feet.-The Real World- Owl City


Oil on canvas
30cm x 40cm
For sale.

Love

Today i was once again shown Jesus' huge unimaginable love...
Me, my sisters and my friend went to an old invalid lady's house. This old lady is actually not that old, i later found out to my great amazement. She is around 45 to 50 but she looks like 80. She is slowly dying of cancer, spending all day and all night in her little bed, for years. She can't get out of her bed much less the house, all she can do is lay there. And the only person to help her is her husband who is unwell himself...and  who is often drunk.      
 We walked into the little house and i was hit with a overpowering stench. I gagged at the cloying smell of body waste, vodka, smoke and chickens. I prayed desperately that Id stop gagging so the couple wouldn't see and so i could sing. God answered that prayer quickly(thank you Jesus) and i was able to ignore the smell and say 'Good Day' to Luba(that's the lady's name). We all grouped around the tiny,shriveled, white haired lady and i could see she was not getting the care she should be, not even close. When we started to sing she burst into tears and hid her face beneath the ragged blanket.As our voices filled the room Jesus gave me a glimpse of how much He loved this little forgotten dying lady. Tears pricked the backs of my eyelids as i saw her through His eyes and felt His sorrow knowing she didn't belong to him.
  After the songs my friend sat down to talk to her. I couldn't understand everything she said since im not very advanced in Ukrainian but i got the drift that she was telling her about God's grace and how Jesus loved her so much he died for her. And if she wanted to be His all she had to do was pray that He forgive her sins. My tears spilled over as Luba prayed and became one of His own. I saw peace flood her watery blue eyes and i smiled through my tears. She asked for another song so we sang one more and then left with the promise to come again.
 It made me feel so small to be part of something so big. The experience left me humbled. It is my prayer that i can be the hands and feet for Jesus.

p.s. As you can see i didnt post a piece of art...i havent had time lately to create anything...although i am working on two paintings, they are not near done yet...so yep no artwork for this post i guess...hope that's okay.. peace<3