A PAINTER’S TALE
…picture this…a crowded street in India (ok, who are we kidding, if you could picture a street in India that isn’t crowded, you would get the Creative Genius Award of the century!), me in an autorickshaw with a name and…
…picture this…a crowded street in India (ok, who are we kidding, if you could picture a street in India that isn’t crowded, you would get the Creative Genius Award of the century!), me in an autorickshaw with a name and…
…picture this…a crowded street in India (ok, who are we kidding, if you could picture a street in India that isn’t crowded, you would get the Creative Genius Award of the century!), me in an autorickshaw with a name and…
The last blog I posted and emailed out to my friends had such minimal response that I could only draw three conclusions – everyone was busy at the same time or nobody understood it 0r it was too long. Come…
The last blog I posted and emailed out to my friends had such minimal response that I could only draw three conclusions – everyone was busy at the same time or nobody understood it 0r it was too long. Come…
…suspended… I ruffle through the leaves of my memories of the last three months to find this one word to describe the feeling …suspended…in space, in time, in thought, in feeling, in emotion, in action, inside. The efforts to quell…
…suspended… I ruffle through the leaves of my memories of the last three months to find this one word to describe the feeling …suspended…in space, in time, in thought, in feeling, in emotion, in action, inside. The efforts to quell…