Showing posts with label where do they go?. Show all posts
Showing posts with label where do they go?. Show all posts
Nov 17, 2009
It's getting emotionally dangerous for me to think about someday being able to purchase big-old paintings at auction....this creep would just be such a joy to live with!--check the pretty shells and coral fastened (pinned?) to the air and that shadowy, sexually ambitious (and drunken?) guard dog in the bottom left. Woah now.
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