Mine is a painting by Joan Brull "Dream" ~1905
A sleepy maiden sits alone under a willow tree beside a pond watching the fairies dance from afar. Hazy and soft, it is a dream she must be having. Her gaze is longing, but she prefers to observe the fae as the moon alights them.
I was drawn to this enchanting image, the muted colors, her solitary nature.
Mine is one of the Cliffs of Moher when I last visited Ireland. Its beautiful emerald, jagged crest watches the beholder from afar, hiding its jewel-like waters in the distance. The horizon welcoming, but secretive. A violent realm of longing and harmony, peace and chaos, at once. It stole my breath and my heart. It's such an intimately beautiful place to me and reminds me of a time long ago. It has an otherwordly essence.