Love Is In The Air, But I don’t want To Feel It.

It is the early 1900’s in Paris, the city of love. It was the spring season when the city of love has a natural romantic ambience. I was painting a beautiful canvas behind a lovely water fountain. Every time the breeze flows by the water and touches my face, I feel alive. That day theContinue reading “Love Is In The Air, But I don’t want To Feel It.”