Descendant Being
Descendant Being
He came to me in a dream.
His big bright white mane blinded me as he walked closer.
His feet glided gently across the rocks. He gazed at me softly.
I felt his warmth emanating off of his being, like smoldering embers in a cold darkness
His presence had slowed down time.
And then, like a flash of lightning, he was gone.
Mixed media & oil on 30x40 inch stretched canvas.