Antique, vintage, aged, nostalgic. The smell of old books. The feeling of familiarity. Findings, treasures, lost, found. The photograph that was once remembered. Death, gravestone, marked, forget. Someone was buried there. Forgotten. Toys, belongings, clothes, gloves. No longer have their home but the owner's aura is left. Create with the sun that cascades upon the stained board. Will any one remember the oil that was left on the card from your fingerprints that held it so carefully? Cherished, sought out, found. I was yours to begin with. You were always mine. I love you, time.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Antique
Antique, vintage, aged, nostalgic. The smell of old books. The feeling of familiarity. Findings, treasures, lost, found. The photograph that was once remembered. Death, gravestone, marked, forget. Someone was buried there. Forgotten. Toys, belongings, clothes, gloves. No longer have their home but the owner's aura is left. Create with the sun that cascades upon the stained board. Will any one remember the oil that was left on the card from your fingerprints that held it so carefully? Cherished, sought out, found. I was yours to begin with. You were always mine. I love you, time.
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Your paintings are wonderful, we just love them and your jewelery line will be a hit! We are ordering for Christmas.
Thank you,
Mary and John Collins, Indiana
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