I love the tumbleweed clouds, the sense of endless possibilities in an open space. And yet in that solitary tree , the foreboding title" before the development", is recalled and an unsettled quality descends. Oh powerful drama!Laurie Leevy
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Umbers and Ochres on the Road
A lot of what you see from the train window is other people going places in trucks and cars. Sometimes their color combinations are a joy to...
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Patterns have long intrigued me and I love the way these books form a pattern that echos the rug and is held together by the pattern on the ...
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