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Tints, Tinges

paintings on the unpainted walls, though quaint or even mistaken, exude the naive hope of capturing the shaking silhouettes of shadows of the truth, the artful, the beautiful, both vague and vivid, and of coaxing imageries to pause, to stay a while, as the coarse canvas the brush caresses with moist hues, tints, tinges.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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