I miss being surrounded by large canvas and jars of acrylic paint, the smells and feels, the "identity" of a painter of wiping paint all over your clothes and thinking nothing of it.
Snow blankets the ground The sun peaks thru wispy clouds A dullness seems too prevail The humming sound sits behind my ears And oriental...
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I must admit there is something a bit alluring about a guy that can create "something" using a blank canvas and paint or a pencil and paper. I am looking at the two pieces I have in my work cubicle right now and I can't help but marvel at the connect between your mind and your hand that allows you to create something so complicated and simple at the same time. Thanks for being in my life.
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