I've always found it difficult to put into words my true feelings and after 240 posts-I find it no easier. I am not a good writer, nor will I ever be. I feel most at home with brush in hand-allowing it to do my talking for me. I've done much painting since I've discovered the truth about the truth. At this moment in time I have precious little to say-at best nothing original. I would like to share with you one of my favorite
van Gogh gallery.
And when no hope was left inside on that Starry, Starry, night, you took your life as lovers often do*but I could have told you, Vincent
this world was never meant for one as beautiful as
Edited by - SevenOfNine on 29 December 2000 23:10:27