When I first moved to California, I marveled at the clouds. They seemed so familiar, but not in a first-hand kind of way. I recognized those clouds. I knew them. But from where? One day it hit…
my LIFE of ART
When I first moved to California, I marveled at the clouds. They seemed so familiar, but not in a first-hand kind of way. I recognized those clouds. I knew them. But from where? One day it hit…