Weeks ago I added some neon orange to this painting (Prismacolors) and then it sat untouched. Yesterday, dealing with stress from work and some disturbing news about my Dad's cancer (spreading again) I got this out and lost myself in the sky. The photo does a terrible job of showing how neon and bright the traces of orange and pink are (running along the horizon line). The colors are clean, bright, pure, and capture some of the joy I feel in sunsets and the hot colors that I want to climb up and follow. I've remarked before that that kind of light in the sky is how I picture heaven.
This is all watercolor except for the neon pencil work.
And after I posted this, while going to link it at Creative Every Day, and while reading Leah's post about muse/inspiration/synchronicity, I looked over at the painting and it all fell together and I wept.
I'm not ready to lose my Dad (how can I ever be ready) - but when I eventually do, I will seek him in that light. It's where I feel we're all going, and he may be heading over that horizon sooner than I want. That's what I blindly painted yesterday and this morning. My wish, my dread, my hope, my fear.
Orange - the color of joy. Purple - the color of grief.