Nov 21, 2023
It'd be in a rag wash finish. Maybe a flourish of Trompe-l'œil bricks peaking through crumbling plaster.
Written by Author, D. Denise Dianaty
Artist, Poet, author, wife & mom May my epitaph be "She reflected love into the world."
It'd be in a rag wash finish. Maybe a flourish of Trompe-l'œil bricks peaking through crumbling plaster.
Artist, Poet, author, wife & mom May my epitaph be "She reflected love into the world."