The name of the artist is missing but I promise to find it and add it. It is worthy of all respect for such and expression of life and love between a father and his son. Our children are made from parts of our body and soul and we don’t often find the right way to express it but this sculpture has risen above the norm and expressed how we each feel about our little one’s. Art teaches us the truth’s that must be told. This one truth is shown to perfection. Enjoy.
Ink is blood. Blood is ink. The intimate highway, the circulatory system, that ink and blood travel while transporting life and death. This is what they do. Circulatory systems and all writing devices share the Read more…
Some very talented friends are writing and producing music. The genre is Bachata. My mind went blank. Bachata, in my second language, Spanish, means a friendly gathering of friends having fun. It’s innocent and clean, Read more…
“When I despair, I remember that all throughout history the way of truth and love have always won. There have been tyrants and murderers, and for a time they can seem invincible, but in the Read more…
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