canvas on a warping frame
I didn’t know oil could crack. But new fissures open in sunflowers, gladiolas, the black and grey of the background. …
I didn’t know oil could crack. But new fissures open in sunflowers, gladiolas, the black and grey of the background. …
The way in which I found myself was by myself perceived unclear and clearly did I guide myself to be …
I enjoy quiet moments in the forest where I can escape into flights of fancy. But oh how I …