Mindflow

I painted it to the smell of fresh coffee from the cafetiรจre, whilst sat on a cool flagstone facing the warm morning sunshine of southern France. The grass was covered in dew and the cool breeze floated through my loose shirt and caressed me.

Mindlove

And there she sat, pensive and wistful, relaxed. Her obligations had blown away in the breeze. I admired her like this, the way in which she could attract only the attention of those curious about her mechanics and her world. She held a sadness, a deep sorrow as though she absorbed it all from the separate worlds of others.