When I painted in art school, I got paint in my hair,
on my face and on my clothing. All these years later
placing my markers and brush on the counter,
I look down at my stained hands. Some things don’t
really change, and I take comfort in that.
Comfort
spanishwoods 
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Nice image
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Thank you, I’ll pass it on to my son…
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Thanks for the LIKE at Pairodox, much appreciated. That striking gravatar image caught my eye (tell Wolfgang that it’s a terrific shot) and I thought I’d stop by. Have a great day. D
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I will tell him…thank you…
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I had to wash off metal dust and grime before I went out to dinner tonight…ain’t it grand being an artist?
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It is!
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