The eternal couple

I'm having one of those evenings when I feel like howling. That's because I've lost all my tears, it seems. As I'm sitting here, in my chair, with the laptop in front, I'm looking at the painting on the opposite wall:

Do you like Afremov? This, of course, is his. I feel certain resilience to say I like him. He causes me pain. It's like admitting I like my pain. Scorpio stuff. Anyways. As I was staring, and still am, at this painfully beautiful picture on my living room wall, I just realized it's right in the middle of two feng shui sectors of my house. More so, it reflects their nature with its colors - my southwest is the fire part of the painting while my west (metal) benefits from the water on the right... Amazing. I haven't thought of it when I hung it there. Although my home generally follows the feng shui, my love for this painting was the only reason why I put it where I could look at it all the time... See how it works sometimes?

And now, the more I look at it, the more I understand how it works on me... I have two worlds on my wall. Two characters, two opposites may be even... Two planets walking hand in hand on a glorious night next to Themes or Seine, in London or Paris, in another, separate galaxy of their own... And just now I realize my progressive Moon will kiss my progressive Sun in a few months. The eternal couple will date again for the first time in almost thirty years. I don't know. Synchronicity or just the lost tears playing behind the curtains but tonight some strange visions come to mind.

Fire...

*Courtesy of FineArtAmerica website

Mystery...

*Mask by Heather Gallagher

And other beauty.