They tried something new.
Not pushing.
Not pulling.
They bounced.
Light as wings, the fairies rise and fall—
a rhythm of small hopeful jumps against the glowing curve of the gumdrop.
Boing…
Boing…
Boing…
For a moment, it almost feels like play.
This painting begins with broad, flowing washes, color moving freely across the paper, then slowly settles into finer details—delicate wings, soft edges, and the quiet shimmer of light.
The gumdrop trembles.
The air glows.
Not everything moves the way we expect…
but sometimes, trying again leads to new ideas.
🎨 Watercolor on cotton paper
🌙 Part of The Night the Gumdrop Fell
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