Kissed by an angel

 

Everytime, every single time, a piece of good work has happened, I know it was more than hard work. It was a kiss from heaven.

This oil painting came to me as a surprise visitor.

Am grateful.

 

Woman at the well. Oil painting, RN,

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15 responses to “Kissed by an angel

  1. InnerDialect

    My Say, unable to get this pic larger, will try again..

  2. Beautiful as ever,I grew up in a village too and can relate to this/

  3. is that your forehead as the header ??

  4. bravo !!
    Rayla ji yet another wonder work !! ๐Ÿ™‚
    I wish I could see it a little bigger ๐Ÿ˜ฆ

  5. InnerDialect

    :))) for me she is walking towards us, but others have seen different things. One aunty came home and said, ” Poor thing, has only one leg, no ?” I said, ” Yes maybe, thats why she’s so rich “…

    thank you Brendan

  6. Beautiful!
    Looks as if she’s running but then again it’s a very graceful pose.
    But I guess interpretation is in the eyes of the beholder.

  7. I love your blog! Your paintings, your aesthetics and what you write. Fabulous. Glad I stumbled upon it.

    • InnerDialect

      Hugs for being here…am still startled by the kindness of total strangers, to stop by and cheer each other. This is what keeps life going good. Thank you so much…

  8. Wow that really is a very nice painting, woman at the well is representation of the effort which rural Indian women put to keep the household running smoothly. A tiresome job which needs lot of practice and balance. Anyways colors used in the painting are quite good.

    • InnerDialect

      Yes, our Indian woman – you watch her in the village, she is amazing. I grew up in very tribal areas, some, because of my father’s job. It was the best prep I had for life. Learnt how to draw water from the well with another girl. Watched life at its raw. Later years and the big city life, nothing affects me like the Indian village woman…

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