A Work of Art is not a living thing, that walks or runs. But the making of a life, that which gives you a reaction, certainly is. To some it is the wonder of man’s fingers, to some it is the wonder of the mind, to some it is the wonder of technique, and to some it is how real it is. http://photography.vigaversa.com
Take me to the waters so blue, where grasses are as green as in those paintings, where flowers sing along with that fluttering air, where roads play peek-a-boo with those god-rays of the light, the place where a being like me meets the heaven he pictured for himself in those good old juvenile days....