The panic and pressure of feeling if I do not have a brush in hand at every second that I am not moving forward does not mean that I am not developing as an artist.
Dear friends, April 22, 2015 Dear friends, April 26, 2015 I'm sitting on the beach today, oceanfront listening to the slamming, aqua green waves as they consistently hit the shore. One, two, three, then a hard break to mix up the rhythmic sound. One day