"'Oh, you'll know it, Soren, don't worry. You'll know it when you get there.' He certainly did know it. Mrs. Plithiver's words ran through his head now. One moment the world had been suffused with the light of day, and the next it was the pitch of night. The blackness had slammed down upon them like one of Bubo's hammers on the anvil. The stars were like sparks from the iron being struck. They had arrived at the tomorrow line. No gaudy sunset devolving slowly into First Lavender. No creeping grey before First Black. They were just there - into tomorrow. "Uh..." Martin said. "We're at the tomorrow line, right, Mrs. P.?" "Yes, dear. Quite dramatic, isn't it?" "I would say that's an understatement," Otulissa replied."
-The River of Wind, chapter 9
Can't really remember where I got the idea to do this, but I like the colours and the contrast, and I like how the orange and purple merge. I got the idea for that design from John Lennon's car, of all places. So this is Soren, crossing the tomorrow line. I think I've done better paintings, but this was something new. I managed to start and finish it in one day.
Done in acrylic.