The waterfalls roared, their mist spraying on her face. She lifted her hand, sensing the thrum of the sky and the pulse of the ground. The seeds of life sown in her destruction wriggled softly under the earth.
She stood still, calm and boundless, becoming one with the heart of the universe.
Channeling Caravaggio and chiaroscuro. I’ve always been inspired by his use of dramatic contrast, but I wimp out at the end. I was always taught not to use black in paintings (it still isn’t black here, but damn near close) and always wash out my darks because black doesn’t belong in a painting. I didn’t this time. I’m pretty happy with the result, and hope you enjoy it too.