Through the looking windscreen glass, seconds ago.
A bit every day. Acrylics bore me beyond that. Don’t have the magic or extraordinary reach of oils. Blunt force artistic trauma.
Through the looking windscreen glass, seconds ago.
A bit every day. Acrylics bore me beyond that. Don’t have the magic or extraordinary reach of oils. Blunt force artistic trauma.
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