After that clever title, what can I add?
I once swore that I would never paint puppies, flowers or babies, and here I am, guilty of all 3.
Gardens, like life, start out full of freshness and promise only to be ravaged if not savaged.
How can I hate a deer for thinking my budding day lilies are lollipops.? Easy
Do I keep flowers, babies and pets in a glass bubble.Together? More mayhem.
There is nothing to be done.
|ALTHEA Oil on Linen 18 x14 Margery Caggiano|
Who said I paint therefore I am.? Is it a higher form of-ugh-scrap booking?