In the soft embrace of petrol and blue, a pink that seems not of this world opens up.
It is the first light of a morning that has never happened, the colour of a blossom blooming in the silence between heartbeats.
Warm as a breath on cold skin, cool as the memory of the sea at night.
It hangs there, floating between earth and infinity, a whisper of hope that needs no words.
Heavenly pink: not the colour of the sky, but the colour the sky takes on when it looks at it.
Hi, I am a creative woman with a head full of colours and ideas!
I get super happy with a rainbow of shades, but can also fall completely in love with the sheer power of a single colour. With digital art I conjure up the wildest things, ..
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