Untitled (By the River)
This is an untitled piece I never liked that much, but several people have told me what they like ab...

This is an untitled piece I never liked that much, but several people have told me what they like ab...
Hear them chirp at the birds, flying from the neighboring roof to the nest in the eaves of the house...
Watching a woman at the mirror in the morning is a bit like watching someone meditate, the careful, ...
That look, the intense glare of Siamese blue eyes. If looks could kill . . . truth be told, her coat...