The Artist has his easel and brush; I have my fingers, furtive on the cases of a laptop or running an eager pen on a piece of parchment. To this day, a blank sheet and dark ink remain my image of freedom.
Happy birthday, Mama!I'm assuming this picture was taken somewhere fun...like Vegas?
LOL. Thx u Akirah! It was a fun night (for my Mama) but it was in Montreal at a Polish party. We've never been to L.A. Someday soon, perhaps...
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