When I am Sleepy
When I am sleepy, when I watch Monet’s willow from behind the soldier’s arm
When I think how he decided to stay, decided not to fight, to sublimely ignore
The revolution…
I think about how childhood must be, how dreams are, how there must be a place we can go that is not of this world, though it may be in it. How our minds can set their boundaries at the last quivering leaf, the 80th layer of blue, and then after that, be it war, or want, or misery, that lay beyond it, it simply fades to black.
-Nina Alvarez
Poem of the Month 
Nina,
I love the blue colors in the picture. They remind me of how my mind turns my entire universe into a giant, blue ocean when I am sleepy. The yellow and white colored dots in the tree on the right remind me of all of my daily problems just being washed away.
This poem and this photo are among your best pieces I’ve seen of yours so far. They compliment each other nicely, but if taken apart, they would each have enough integrity to stand on their own as well.
I also love how you decided to combine a poem and a photo. I love seeing artists do that! 😀
An all around Wonderfully Dreamy piece ! Excellent work.