I feel like there is a white canvas staring me in the face. I remember this feeling from years ago in my painting classes. I would have meticulously made a non-standard frame, stretched the canvas over it and prepared the … Continue reading
I feel like there is a white canvas staring me in the face. I remember this feeling from years ago in my painting classes. I would have meticulously made a non-standard frame, stretched the canvas over it and prepared the … Continue reading