you Jericho turns. Show me a canvas dauber who can match the dun shades and electric fizz of my ride-by streetscene, or hold a brush to the weather rub of the Almighty’s great, unflattering laureate, Nature.
With apologies to Melville…
you Jericho turns. Show me a canvas dauber who can match the dun shades and electric fizz of my ride-by streetscene, or hold a brush to the weather rub of the Almighty’s great, unflattering laureate, Nature.
With apologies to Melville…