I've written a poem and some thoughts about this painting by the same name.
Dark night, misty
Distant lilt of bagpipes linger
While from my window I watch
A cloaked shadow move slowly along the shoreline.
Traces of moonlight teasing
As Night breezes
awaken in me a longing
To unshelve the stories waiting for me in the shadows.
After I created this painting, I took time to study, soak in and discover it. I was treated to seeing so many images which evoked the mere beginning of storylines.
I often see many stories in my paintings; maybe that's because I am passionate about storytelling. My favorite part of the story is often the beginning. The characters are just starting out, their history has yet to be unfolded and the journey is still a mystery and my part as the observer is to simply enjoy the jumping off stage of "what if"?