In the Studio—10/28/12
The winds from a furious Nor'easter pound against the studio windows. Whitecaps crash against the shore one after the other with ceaseless regularity, their white froth nearlty reaching the studio door. They say this storm…
~ ~ Thomas Hudson studio journal ~ ~
The winds from a furious Nor'easter pound against the studio windows. Whitecaps crash against the shore one after the other with ceaseless regularity, their white froth nearlty reaching the studio door. They say this storm…
If you're like me, art is food--it's one of life's essentials. I've a lifelong habit of haunting art museums. My excitement is always high at the prospect of a visit, and no matter how often I visit…
Copy Right Text | Design & develop by AmpleThemes