I was married to a crazy man. He was also an artist and taught me to paint with oils. This is one of my paintings. When I look at it, I can't believe it was me, either as the artist or the wife. But that's my signature.
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Beautiful! There is a reason for a brief interlude with a crazy man afterall.
There are things I learned during that time. Including not to give so much of myself that there was nothing left over.
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