Weekend Art — Lift-Off
What started as abstract color suddenly feels like motion — lift-off, energy, movement.
The longer I looked, the more things appeared — a rocket, two dogs looking at each other, a small face that seems to be shouting something, a giant colorful fly…
Abstract images are funny that way. The brain keeps trying to turn them into stories.
What do you see?
Wow! The first thing I saw was a large portrait of an old man's face with a long gray beard. After I looked again, I saw the rocket ship lifting off with the tail of exhaust. Either way, I really loved opening this Substack. Concentrating on images, other than war and the asinine behavior of this Regime, is sure welcome!
Welp. I saw energy coming DOWN from outside our world. The form emerges of a young woman with very long flowing hair and holding a bell, a handbell. The bell would make sound waves, which I was taught never end , they travel outward forever in all directions even though we humans can no longer hear them.