Painting

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 Process

The title of this painting is "Luna". It's a waxing crescent moon representing a start of a new beginning where we should take the first step to reach our goal.

It should actually have a face on the moon itself but then, mistakes happen so I just covered it, hiding the face behind the clouds. I think it's a happy mistake. Now, I see the face as a representation of another version of us, a version that we think is a mistake and not acceptable.








---We all have phrases---


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