Embers rise slowly
As the chick takes its first flight
Phoenix is reborn

I started a quick doodle, and the colours took me here to a whimsical realm of the imagination. The realm where, just like the phoenix, mythologies can be reborn in any shape or form. Come with me as we enter and explore this strange sphere of the imagination… and then go beyond!

21 thoughts

    1. That’ll be the mystical flames that run through the feathers, Diane. It looks perfectly clear to me however – although everything looks that way to me anyhow! ☺


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