the purpose of life after mind control and a shortage of typewriter ribbons
Very pretty, my kind of colourful art, and it could suit my home too.Greetings Maria x
Every home should have one :)
I like the colours here. I also had a few pieces of interesting board that I had used for paint mixing. I kept them for many years but no longer have them. Sometimes I get over taken by thoughts that nothing should be kept.
Picasso said he couldn't understand why there were so many copyists of his work. After all, I make my own copies, he said. And the advantage of that is, I'd guess, you can chuck them away with a clear conscience since you didn't part with had earned lucre to get them in the first place.
__ Well, that clogged passageway between my eyes and my rationale, have caused this sight to print on my mind's paper: A fan fell off the piano and "created" my imagined maze. What?__ Seems like a table-fan's screen behind the right edge of that wood colored (up right piano?) panel.__ Soon, I better get some rest! Smiles! _m
I had to give my piano player a yellow beak a finishing touch, or is Schubert! Only Andy knows and he's not telling, although I maintain he coloured in an Albrecht Durer head . . . it went to advertise a famous drink made from potatoes . . . say no more. I'm a little tired too, myself.
Gwil, I have noticed your absence in the blogging world, and I read your comment at Weaver's - I hope you and your family are ok.Greetings Maria x
Thanks Maria, I'm ok, as far as I know. As to a couple of the others, I remain hopeful, but am angry about the hidden information about Chernobyl. I don't trust the nuclear power sales department of the UN, that is to say the IAEA, as far as I can throw them. And that's not vey far.
Or the pesticide of the bee killers, for that matter. The environment is a disaster. Just look at the oceans, the rivers, the crystal waters are polluted to high heaven. Ciao, G
Good to hear you are fine Gwil. "La speranza è l'ultima a morire" Ciao x
Graze Mille. Hope springs eternal in the human breast, as somebody said. For myself I remain philosophical. The universe is 13.7 billion years old, so they say, although we'll find out more when the James Webb telescope deploys in 2018. Point is after all this time you and I are still in it. I suspect we always will be. That's the thought I live by.