Moon landscape

Moon Earth's only natural satellite Its rotation is synchronized with revolution No matter fat or thin, always face the earth with the same that The other side of the month? Think of pink floyd, That album of the dark side of the moon And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes I'll see you on the dark side of the moon. //// there's no dark side of the moon really,cuz it's all dark There is no dark side of the moon, because the moon is completely dark moon I think of a book I really like a long time ago [Universe Comic Book] by Italo Calvino Once upon a time the moon was very close to the earth. It was the tide that pushed it away bit by bit, At that time, people could climb to the moon by shaking their boats and carrying ladders... "The moon is just above our heads, and it is so big: when it is full, the night light is like day, it is a creamy light, and the huge moon seems to crush us." "Now, you will ask us what we are going to do on the moon, and I will explain it to you. We are going to get moon milk. This kind of moon milk is when the moon passes over the grasslands, forests and swamps on the earth. Those things that are attracted by the moon and fly to the moon are fermented between the scales. The main ingredients are plant juice, tadpoles, pitch, lentils, honey, starch crystals, sturgeon eggs, fertile soil, pollen, gelatin, Small insects, resin, pepper, mineral salt, fuel, etc. Just stick a spoon between the scales, and a spoonful of this rare emulsion can be filled. Of course, it is not pure and contains a lot of sediment. During fermentation Not everything can be dissolved in the process. Some things are still mixed in the mash: nails, cartilage, hippocampus, nuts, pedicels, ceramic fragments, fish hooks, and occasionally combs. This mash is still needed after being served. Purify, filter." Regardless of the front and back of the moon The chubby imagination stretches so wide So I drew on a round canvas About the scenery of the month. An image reached by imagination, This place may be an ideal, Maybe it’s where we will all go in the future, Or maybe it's where the dead cats and puppies humans used to be. Layers of beautiful mountains, Can walk for a long time, maybe to the plains Or go on an adventure to another mountain But no matter how you play, Every place is about various forms of love. Yep I don’t know if Armstrong has been there~ Acrylic on canvas size Diameter 50x50cm