Story: The storm had been relentless, rain pelting against the window panes all day. I spent my time trying to distract myself from the weather, trying not to read anything into it. I don't believe in bad omens. Even so, the rain dampened my spirits and darkened my mood. The break in the clouds came suddenly, as if the sky had finally decided enough was enough. With a sweeping disregard of the still-wet pavement that glistened under the street lamps, I left the house in my glad rags – strappy shoes with heels that teetered in that sweet spot between crazy and beautiful, a skintight striped top that somehow matched, and a skirt that was both mini and maxi at the same time. I didn't bother with a coat; I didn't bother with an umbrella. I'm usually more practical than that, a queen of contingency plans, but I was so quick to seize the moment that I forgot to hedge my bets. And as I strode out into the night, I saw butterflies making their way across the sky, and they were not fragile, as butterflies usually are, but mighty. They were storm survivors, out to celebrate. Like me, they saw their chance and couldn't wait.
Media: Acrylic and mixed media
Surface: Daler-Rowney 100% acid-free cotton stretched canvas
Size: 50cm x 60cm x 1.5cm [depth]; 19.69" x 23.62" x 0.59" [depth]
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