Paint the sky to greet the day. It makes us happy and hopeful. Colors and light, the perfect spin. The sun has a solar responsibility. The plants and trees have needs. The seasonal rains, the critical light, the chloroplast. Heat. Only the sun makes the operation possible, that is without question. Make way for the night, dusk makes us wild and shady. Cover the stars or let us see the constellations. Orion's belt, both dippers, Jupiter's moons. Accomplishments and woes, reflections and rejections. Watch it fade, everyone has their favorite horizon.
Artists from the past. The cave drawings, the rock carvings, the iron twistings. The canvases and paints, the murals, beyond post modern. Every medium, every type of creation. All of it. Clouds everywhere. Angels ascending and decending. To heaven and back, evidently.
Inspiration is a dangerous thing, it must be carefully used. Too much beauty is just too much. It would make everyone crazy. Take Picasso, for example. Take Van Gogh. Take O'Keefe. Humility could be lost.
The brilliance of contrast.