Painting at Four in the Morning

   Sometimes I wake up very early, like at three in the morning. That happened with this painting. The urge took me and I finished the piece in the following hours. There's something strange and wonderful about being up late at night. It feels like you're the only one around. The night is velvet black and maybe there are spirits about, pushing you on to do your best work. Whatever the case, I'll keep on riding the energies of the blackest nights. 

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