Once upon a time there lived people who treasured memory… on the other hand, my table stands near the window now too. The same “what’s that?” raises up likewise. A sip of fresh air refreshes in the same way as it was 1000 years ago.
Wow, there was just a colorful spot, yet attempts to interpret it as a symbol have awaked me … I’m rejoicing over listening to my heart now. The value of the fine arts is the gratitude that spreads the peace over the world.
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helenl // March 5, 2008 at 17:03 |
Hi Tomas, I like the new look on this blog, the beautiful old books at the top. And this picture reminds me of a fire-breathing dragon. Maybe that’s because we watched Beowulf earlier this week. The red out line on the black figures. Just enough fuscia to give depth. I like it. Hope you day continues to be a good one. I think of you often, even when I don’t comment.
By the way, I am still trying to get the poem I wrote for you published. These things take a long time.
Love, Helen
Thank you dear Helen
pfunkishere // March 6, 2008 at 09:08 |
I really like the color scheme in this one. The contrast is fantastic!