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Mental meanderings and digital doodles of a wanna be visual artist.

"My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun," - Shakespeare

What could be more common than the moon? And, yet the commonness of it doesn't distract from miracle that it continues to rise. How lost we would be without it! How we would moan and beat ourselves in lamentation if it were to disappear. But we still take it for granted, night to night, rarely noticing or considering it. Perhaps as rare as a blood moon eclipse, is pausing and really seeing something. 

"I would gaze at your face the whole night through
I'd go out of my mind, but for you" — Gordon Sumner (aka Sting)