NIGHTCAFE ARTS
She no longer stood apart, waiting for his footsteps. In the stillness of night, under the gaze of a full moon, she wore his hue... dark as devotion, deep as the night.
A flute whispered across her eye, not to awaken but to guide her inward and a flower... fragrant with sacred love.
No longer was Radha searching for Krishna. She was the blue. She was breath. She was... Him.
Acrylic on Canvas