If only I had a picture of you, then I'd really know, what the future may hold in store, before you...
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Constable eyed some wagons and made such history, maybe a few ducks, water ripples, which gave...
My atelier cast shafts of sunlight on a naked model, when she would be finished, no one could ever...
Whistler‘s Mother is a painting Like no other as she sits in her chair The colors are so fair...
My mind transported to peace, Conjure famed lost, golden fleece! Change canvass; into sacred...
Dear Diary #308 Margot, Boho Artist. Lee
Paint splatters the walls, the floor, skin, and...
Inky branch trails reach for the sky And misty journeys converge Travelling towards the...
Two large bells float silently in the still blue sky
Stoical ...
Two poets, joining forces for one cause To produce one project for many causes ...
Rough Sketched & True
As compelling To an artist’s eye As moist dry stone...
This poem tells I hope a very interesting tale All about a moustache on a inspirational male...
Priceless emotions in picture forms telling a story, performing ballet in the...
Da Vinci not De Caprio, once more said hello, I told him that we had a pandemic, 'Oh yes,' he said...
They all waited too long to receive their value, we know them from books and lists of Who's Who:...
Love is an art, Swirled right in the artist's mind. Art can be Love too, When...