Sometimes, often times, I look at one of your works of art and instantaneously a vision appears, as though riding on the feelings created by looking within, individual aspects of it, like leading ideas, give rise by personal association and imagination to activities or places and so on. Things seen and read still remaining at the forefront have influence sometimes too. Trev's rock, as I analyse the vision, under the night sky, stood upon the edge, burgundy skirts of a few down, took me through Rebecca though I must admit to hardly remembering the story just a mood within the novel. And boomerangs. Between the stars and the gown, each reflected in the other were it a painting, reaching forth, precariously, such a sense of freedom, of life and night wrapped within each other, of reaching for the sky with the instrument. You'd have to see it.
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This is like a 3D artwork in outer space.
Sometimes, often times, I look at one of your works of art and instantaneously a vision appears, as though riding on the feelings created by looking within, individual aspects of it, like leading ideas, give rise by personal association and imagination to activities or places and so on. Things seen and read still remaining at the forefront have influence sometimes too. Trev's rock, as I analyse the vision, under the night sky, stood upon the edge, burgundy skirts of a few down, took me through Rebecca though I must admit to hardly remembering the story just a mood within the novel. And boomerangs. Between the stars and the gown, each reflected in the other were it a painting, reaching forth, precariously, such a sense of freedom, of life and night wrapped within each other, of reaching for the sky with the instrument. You'd have to see it.
Gorgeous, gorgeous work!!
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