I lost my mother-tongue. Drawing has other words. Et de plus la pagaille console.
when you see the white lake, you wonder.but then, seeing sombody swimm with all that coloured joi of being, you believe in happyness again.there is something in the strocke of a painting that is more than the look at, more than the click, more than a postcard from venice.
when you see the white lake, you wonder.
ReplyDeletebut then, seeing sombody swimm with all that coloured joi of being, you believe in happyness again.
there is something in the strocke of a painting that is more than the look at, more than the click, more than a postcard from venice.