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lost for words

the art has been good, coming and going at a rhythmic flow but the words seemed to have gotten lost in the rocks, trapped but content in their own hypnotic swaying …

Posted in Almost October 2013 | Tagged , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

her prize peacock

her prize peacock acrylic, cattle marker, water colour and thread (and possible sewing needle – yet to be decided). … it’s like the smell of freshly baking apple pie, it draws your attention in such a subliminal fashion, gives you … Continue reading

Posted in February 2013 | Tagged , , , , , , , | 1 Comment