irony
April 8th, 2008
My once-upon-a sacred life
The paints are cracked and brushes shedding their bristles, there are days I wonder if my hand will quiver, the strokes turn out not-so-deft and the painting end up blotchy if I go back to it
The paints are cracked and brushes shedding their bristles, there are days I wonder if my hand will quiver, the strokes turn out not-so-deft and the painting end up blotchy if I go back to it
Design