Occasionally I look through my trusty lens magica, a special glass lens gifted to me while sitting on a rock on a bigger in the middle of the pacific ocean.
There are some paintings that embody real magic, the thing is when I write about the magic it seems to take away from the magic, so where does that leave me, or you? Well I guess I will think about that, while I ponder here is one of the magical ones sitting on the easel during ritual.
a White Tara for Miles
acrylic on gifted canvas
hälts art store and gallery