Painting is an act of creation. There is a sense of the world falling away and everything is possible. In painting there is no limit to what I can say and no limits to what I can accomplish
Friday, December 30, 2011
Finally I feel she is completed. Medea before she was embittered by life but on the threshold with all of life ahead of her. But even in her eyes is a hint that all may not be as she wants it to be.
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