Where my eyes can see the Artist’s hand and my ears can hear His footsteps.

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

The Town

Working on an idea.



Page with obituary from daily newspaper painted with chalk pastels.

I have a mix feelings about cities. I was born in one and grow up in it and I love my home town in a certain way, but it become too big and cold and overcrowded. And I don't like to go in it any more. People die there alone, left in concrete flats. So cold.

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