Daniel Liam Gill

Some­times there are paint­ings where the muse takes over and magic jumps from the sur­face and guides my hand. I didn’t think much of this one when I added the blue green layer. It was truly as mess. I walked by it a few times and then I saw the seashell pop out at me. I nailed to to the wall and the was the Moon, mouth agape and singing in my ear. The clouds formed them­selves with the help of some oils that Whit­ney gave me. This isn’t my usual color palette and I never use flesh color. It worked great for this composition.