Mixed Media on stretched canvas, ready to hang.

Signed on the front.

There's a place within me, a quiet sanctuary where colorus whisper secrets and emotions like forgotten melodies. It's here, before the blank canvas, that "Dance of Blues" was born.

Cobalt and indigo are the hues that resonate with my soul. Each brushstroke on this canvas is a note in a silent symphony, a pirouette of blues that captures the ache of midnight jazz and the bittersweet beauty of the human experience.

I'm both artist and muse, caught in this dance of creation. My fingers trace the contours of longing, and the canvas responds – a tango of forgotten memories, a waltz of emotions. The blues bleed into one another, a mesmerizing interplay of joy and sorrow, as ink spilled across time.

The whispers of the brush become a captivating rhythm, a silent conversation between me and the canvas. I lose myself in the flow, swaying with the music of creation. The midnight hour stretches, and I'm suspended in a moment of pure artistic expression, a note held too long, a chord waiting for resolution.