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Painting from nature is not copying the object; it is realizing one’s sensations. ~Paul Cezzane
Some days life seems like an endless mountain of crumbs we’ve all lost along the way. ♥
Ain’t that the truth, but maybe the trail of crumbs will lead us back. If we have the courage to follow?
Maybe. Or maybe we collect them anyway.. knowing houses built with crumbs, crumble. But we build them anyway. Don’t we?