To sleep – perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come…….
visual artist : observing the everyday, time and memory
To sleep – perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come…….
The official bulletin of the artist IMPREINT created to repost excerpts from 'En plein air'.
Bringing Stories to Life
Simpler way with social artiste
Vibe alone for a while
We set the ink down, on the streets of the town. where Eternity Stand Confound.
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