The owl invites us to a sense of boldness and focus. The golden moon behind the head, accentuating the intensity of its gaze, riveting me to the moment, an invitation to presence.

Immediately I notice the vibrant, contrasting colors, harmony and compliment. I feel a sense of rising, taking flight.
I feel a sense of dissolution. Could it be the falling away of something old or the coming into form of something new? Could it be both?

I see an invitation to look beyond my ordinary perceptions. With the keen vision of the wise old owl, our sight sharpened by experience, what do we see?
Do we dare look into the shadows? Curious, questioning, am I willing to look with new eyes?

Original Pointillist Painting Acrylic on Canvas