On this one particular night it was cold, dark and a little rainy. While on the path back to the car something wonderful happened.

The clouds started to part. Behind them was a beautiful starry sky with a full moon. The clouds kept moving apart and I swear it was like some Steven Spielberg movie effect. I stood there looking straight up into this tunnel of thick, moonlit clouds. These wispy clouds, much higher up looked as if they were somehow being sucked up through this tunnel. Even the tree tops looked as if they were being pulled up through this hole in the sky.

People always ask me where I get my ideas from. I don't know how inspiration comes just that it does. Who would expect to see something wonderful in the woods, at night, in the rain? Sometimes all it takes to be inspired is taking the time to look up.

This is a square canvas designed to be hung on the ceiling. To really appreciate it you have to stand directly below and look up as I did that night. And a little mist from a spray bottle would be a nice touch.