The artist who couldn’t paint by Martin Shaw
This is oil on paper, and dedicated to all those who can’t paint, but portray themselves as doing it correctly. From a group I have recently been to and some artists I have met who claim they have struck gold many moons ago. Back at ya, ya old Lada drivers. When I was in Nam I killed the enemy with one broken bottle. Pull up a sandbag and swing the lantern.
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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