The soul journeys on, despite the night, frost, or hardship. Its feet bleed, each step laced with pain. Yet it goes on, for it has been blessed with love, longing to share it with others. In its sacrifice, life is born anew.
Visual Art by Laura Makabresku
Description
Two groups of people face off in front of a hilly landscape in this loosely painted, vertical scene. On our left, a pale young man in a white tunic looks with eyes wide and lips parted at a group of three people on our right. The young man's right hand, on our left, is raised to stroke the head of a reddish-brown horse at his right shoulder. He stands with feet planted wide, knees bent, and he curls his left hand into a fist. Behind him, a man holds up a fluttering, light blue cape. A mottled red wall forms a backdrop to this scene on our left. The tight group gathered under a tree on our right stares back at the young man. The trio is made up of a balding, older man, a light-skinned boy also wearing a white tunic, and, closest to us, a brown-skinned woman wearing a marigold-orange shirt and a maroon-red skirt. Behind this group, a pair of pale raised arms suggests a fourth person, but the head is missing or has been painted over. The ground under the people is saffron orange. In the center of the picture, beyond the people, a group of horses stands near a green bank by a river, its surface reflecting white. The far bank is lined with white buildings. Tan and olive-green slopes rise from the opposite riverbank under a pale blue sky with cream-white clouds sweeping along the top edge of the composition. The artist signed his name in red paint in the lower right corner: “Degas.”
By Emily Dickinson
When night is almost done, And sunrise grows so near That we can touch the spaces, It 's time to smooth the hair
And get the dimples ready, And wonder we could care For that old faded midnight That frightened but an hour.
Digital Art by Juan Brufal
Fear by Kahlil Gibran
It is said that before entering the sea a river trembles with fear.
She looks back at the path she has traveled, from the peaks of the mountains, the long winding road crossing forests and villages.
And in front of her, she sees an ocean so vast, that to enter there seems nothing more than to disappear forever.
But there is no other way. The river can not go back.
Nobody can go back. To go back is impossible in existence.
The river needs to take the risk of entering the ocean because only then will fear disappear, because that’s where the river will know it’s not about disappearing into the ocean, but of becoming the ocean.
✨🌖Digital Art • Illustration Nakata
"Mother Nature is the ultimate truth of the show must go on."
~Terri Guillemets, "Relentless,
👒Illustration • Poppies • Sarah Jane
"I only went for a walk, and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in."
~ John Muir (1838-1914)
🎋 "On a Walk • Karen Cook
"Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country."
~ Anais Nin
Painting • Kite Day • Debbie Criswell
