I don’t know anything about this guy. I don’t know or care if they’re paintings or mish-moshed photographs. But I’d be first in line for an exhibition, face schmoshed against the glass, reeking of espresso and chocolate biscotti.
I don’t know anything about this guy. I don’t know or care if they’re paintings or mish-moshed photographs. But I’d be first in line for an exhibition, face schmoshed against the glass, reeking of espresso and chocolate biscotti.