"Excuse me, would you consider selling?"
"What one do you like?"
"blue hues."
"It's your's."
"Can I please give you a fifty. Why don't you sign your work?"
"During the Renaissance artists didn't sign the works because the artist was the vessel used by the art to express itself."
It has always been the colors that directed my art. I would have a vague idea of the art I wanted to create, but the colors always had a mind of their own. Much how a sirens song calls to innocent humans, the colors pick the artist.
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Interesting perspective!
❤️Nice work 😎‼️