The magic of Night
We drop our bags off at the hotel and step out into the evening. A hundred motorbikes buzz around us as we shuffle cautiously across the street, hearts pounding in our throats. Then the view hits me and everything else in the world recedes. All travel-weariness forgotten in an instant. The night places a magical cloak softly around my shoulders, holding me in a spell of exotic beauty. Some details she shrouds in mystery, others are brought into focus. It takes the Night to see the soft glow of brightly coloured lights, hanging magically in trees as if placed there as a gift. The air hums with energy, drowning out the traffic sounds, balmy on my skin.
Oh, Night. Day’s more mysterious, raven-haired sibling. Seductive. Sensual. Festive. A dark carpet-ride for the imagination, revealing as much as it conceals. Awash in starlight and dreams. Just waiting to be explored, tasted.
Acrylic on canvas. 36" x 24" x 0.5"