I brought my own brushes tonight I have my favourites I like to use now Me too as well! I keep returning To the same brushes when I paint Oh I'm sorry! Are they your brushes? No mine are here... Continue Reading →
This is my own painting which I have now decided to call Don Quixote of the Orient, since the poem has given it to me.
She sang like a nightingale The crowd was ecstatic Their cries of Encore! Were a balm to her soul Her hair hangs like midnight Her face totally hidden Tears course her cheeks For the wondrous applause