It was 1997. Diana died, and that same year I became a little boy again by Martin Shaw
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Oil on canvas
About the Artist
Martin Shaw
The Perennial Alien…… Time has been a cruel curator, leaving me so translucent that a summer sneeze among the Michaelmas daisies might scatter my remains to the wind. I am a creature of seasons, though they do not favor me. In the depths of winter, I submerge myself in the grit and…
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