No, I have no idea why this painting has this name. Sometimes the names (like the poems) just fall out of the air, the cup, the end of the pen…..perhaps it’s because we all forget the beauty that can be in the sky even on the calmest day. This is one from my head, taken from an idea I saw may years ago coming out of Laguna Beach, CA – we came across the top of the hill and before us was Orange County drenched in fog.
Loves the blues with the accents of maroon(?).
Thank you, Joy! Yes, maroon, wine red, burgundy, dark red. One of those names.
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