“It was a pleasant cafe, warm and clean and friendly, and I hung up my old water-proof on the coat rack to dry and put my worn and weathered felt hat on the rack above the bench and ordered a cafe au lait. The waiter brought it and I took out a notebook from the pocket of the coat and a pencil and started to write"

~Ernest Hemingway~

Showing posts with label Playing at Painting. Show all posts
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Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Playing at Painting


By the way, this is the 'Ballad of the Hanged' painting I mentioned. I just saw that Line asked to see it, so voila. Sorry for the late response!! <3
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