Oil on canvas
“I’m finished,” Alouisha said emphatically, putting down her brush and smiling, pleased with her new work. Jason walked to the corner of his loft where Alouisha had set up her easel, and put his arm around her waist. Without speaking, they surveyed the final painted event.
“It’s great, isn’t it?” she said breaking the silence. Jason nodded, “It’s amazing, your best, yet. What’s the title?”
“The Floating Heart, embracing all that is beautiful in life. This is the way you make me feel,” she said, wrapping her arms around his waist.