Or so it looks like to me. Some artists absolutely,1 attach,1 it right (and they’re accomplishing,1 it after,1 creeping the life out of me like a lot of,1 of the modern artists tend to). Take my Adored Husband, for instance – whenever he’s magically appliance,1 his IT art, all I see is a agglomeration,1 of Abracadabras when in fact it’s all just,1 mathematics. And boy, does it look like art when he’s doing it (which I’m sure he cannot say the aforementioned,1 about me when I do the laundry)! How do they do it? Drawing, painting, abstraction,1 and so on… Is there a sixth – eleventh sense for that? (via, you can see more of Laura Laine’s talented plan,1 actuality,1)
The best I’ll get when I close my eyes and anticipate,1 about a perfume is a flower. A moment in time. A sensation I accomplished,1 while smelling that perfume. Laura Laine, about,1, thinks about a perfume and, like possessed by it, draws some unearthly admirable,1 account,
q3,1. Something you’d say agitated,1 from the very perfume bottle! (the following assets,1 were featured in Elle Russia, March 2010)