There comes a time in an artist's life when he finally does work that pencil down to an unworkable nib, or that pen to a dry, desolate carcass. That time has come for this artist and his pencil.
Thursday, December 23, 2010
You've served me well...
There comes a time in an artist's life when he finally does work that pencil down to an unworkable nib, or that pen to a dry, desolate carcass. That time has come for this artist and his pencil.
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nicely done!
ReplyDeletehaha. That's dedications. I know must reconsider the drawer full of inch long pencils I have. Apparently there's still lots of life left in them. I knew I was keeping em for a reason...
ReplyDeletewow. my grammar is terrible. That first line should read: "That's dedication. I now must..."
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