Picture: Dancing with the wind

The wind gently embraces me,
As if in a waltz trying to circle.
He lifts my hair up,
Tries to change my hairstyle.

I forgive him this prank,
He ruffles his hair just loving.
His dance amuses me,
My head was spinning.

I am pleased to be a part of nature,
Her life and breath to taste.
I want people to more often,
They could listen to the sounds of bliss.

( author unknown)

The painting is made with charcoal and pastel pencils according to the sketch in ink on cotton textured paper. Halftone colors change depending on lighting. There is a blue tint. Pastel is on the verge between drawing and painting and requires very good lighting. Then the infinity of shades appears, the game of translucent layering.