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Madonna and Child in a Two Hour Parking Zone

By From http://roadsdivergedwood.blogspot.com/ • Nov 28th, 2011 • Category: Blog Entries.Local, Photography.Local

“The artist is a receptacle for emotions that come from all over the place: from the sky, from the earth, from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider’s web.”
Pablo PicassoStreet painting was first recorded in Italy in the 16th Century…



Madonna and Child in a Two Hour Parking Zone

By From http://roadsdivergedwood.blogspot.com/ • Nov 28th, 2011 • Category: Blog Entries.Local, Photography.Local

“The artist is a receptacle for emotions that come from all over the place: from the sky, from the earth, from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider’s web.” Pablo PicassoStreet painting was first recorded in Italy in the 16th Century….



Madonna and Child in a Two Hour Parking Zone

By From http://roadsdivergedwood.blogspot.com/ • Nov 28th, 2011 • Category: Blog Entries.Local, Photography.Local

“The artist is a receptacle for emotions that come from all over the place: from the sky, from the earth, from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider’s web.” Pablo PicassoStreet painting was first recorded in Italy in the 16th Century….



Madonna and Child in a Two Hour Parking Zone

By From http://roadsdivergedwood.blogspot.com/ • Nov 28th, 2011 • Category: Blog Entries.Local, Photography.Local

“The artist is a receptacle for emotions that come from all over the place: from the sky, from the earth, from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider’s web.” Pablo PicassoStreet painting was first recorded in Italy in the 16th Century….



Madonna and Child in a Two Hour Parking Zone

By From http://roadsdivergedwood.blogspot.com/ • Nov 5th, 2011 • Category: Blog Entries.Local, Photography.Local

“The artist is a receptacle for emotions that come from all over the place: from the sky, from the earth, from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider’s web.” Pablo PicassoStreet painting was first recorded in Italy in the 16th Century.&n…



Madonna and Child in a Two Hour Parking Zone

By From http://roadsdivergedwood.blogspot.com/ • Nov 5th, 2011 • Category: Blog Entries.Local, Photography.Local

“The artist is a receptacle for emotions that come from all over the place: from the sky, from the earth, from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider’s web.” Pablo PicassoStreet painting was first recorded in Italy in the 16th Century.&n…



Madonna and Child in a Two Hour Parking Zone

By From http://roadsdivergedwood.blogspot.com/ • Nov 5th, 2011 • Category: Blog Entries.Local, Photography.Local

“The artist is a receptacle for emotions that come from all over the place: from the sky, from the earth, from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider’s web.”
Pablo Picasso

Street painting was first recorded in Italy in the 16th Century…



Madonna and Child in a Two Hour Parking Zone

By From http://roadsdivergedwood.blogspot.com/ • Nov 5th, 2011 • Category: Blog Entries.Local, Photography.Local

“The artist is a receptacle for emotions that come from all over the place: from the sky, from the earth, from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider’s web.” Pablo PicassoStreet painting was first recorded in Italy in the 16th Century.&n…



Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, 2011-11-05 19:15:00

By From http://roadsdivergedwood.blogspot.com/ • Nov 5th, 2011 • Category: Blog Entries.Local, Photography.Local

So It Begins…………………..

From such mundane things as a tape measure, cardboard, chalk, tape, paper towels, a paint can (?), and what I suspect to be a bag of munchies, the creative process begins. Don’t know how the whole barefoot thing pla…



Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, 2011-11-05 19:15:00

By From http://roadsdivergedwood.blogspot.com/ • Nov 5th, 2011 • Category: Blog Entries.Local, Photography.Local

So It Begins…………………..From such mundane things as a tape measure, cardboard, chalk, tape, paper towels, a paint can (?), and what I suspect to be a bag of munchies, the creative process begins. Don’t know how the whole barefoot thing plays…