Three Wisened Men

A painting I did after an experience I had with two close friends. It was a late weekend evening and we'd gathered the three of us as we had many times afore. We grew idle sitting indoors and we took to the autumn fresh air and followed the allure of the dark forest. We walked and walked, upon paths any of us had walked before until we came to the road's end where a mighty bog stopped us in our tracks. We walked out into the marshlands until our shoes got wet and stood there in silence for a moment until one of us let out a shout; it echoed across the wet ground and came bouncing off the forest on the other side and returned to us, amplified and empowered. We all began slinging out our voices and eventually came to song and as we began to sing for nobody but the trees and the empty space a radiant turquoise and green snake slithered across the sky - the heavens had heard our song and aurora borealis had come to dance across the night sky. We continued to sing and set our voices free and it seemed that the magnificent light-show's glistening movement was at one with our voices, it felt as if we controlled it because when we quieted down the colours ebbed out into the clouds and when we took force and in unison belted out our hearts the colours came back stronger than before.‍