Strokes as soft as a feather hues of reds and yellow blends of blues and greens abstract still life is for the artist. Taking in every moment you yourself seem to miss. So cheerful is the artist full of all sorts of glee to finally take her canvas and go forth marking history.
It’s a game I’ve learned to master, much like a craft I’ve developed a nack for See, the key is to make it as real as you can, without that being true. Because even the slightest emotion, can set you on the path of doom.
Mr Frog are you lonely? Is that why you've come here for warmth you need so dear? I must beg pardon as you will not find such thing in a heart that know none of those frivolous things If you'd ask I may have considered then again I may just be bitter. Mr. Frog I think … Continue reading