Winter Dec9 Winter, framed in cedar-wood, drawing-board with canvas hood; photo-finish, frigid art, frozen image, melt my heart. Share this:FacebookEmailPinterestTwitterLinkedInTumblrLike this:Like Loading...
Framed Sep11 You may think you know me, that you can predict my moves, case my joints, analyze my motives, but you’re wrong. I am more than what you see, more than what you surmise. Whatever you think, think again – I was framed… Share this:FacebookEmailPinterestTwitterLinkedInTumblrLike this:Like Loading...