Field of daisies....Blossomed under the warm rays of the sun. I am trying to draw the flowers as realisticly as I can. Then, suddenly it starts raining. It won't stop me. I keep on drawing and to my surprise nothing happenend to my paining.
I felt a warm touch on my shoulder, turned back and I could feel a presence. A presence of someone...I can't see the face(or rather don't remember). It was a good feeling, I felt like the person watching me was someone who loved me. I could feel it.
My art professor from Armenia....How thrilled am I to see you! We hug. I start showing him my paintings. He takes the brush and and starts making remarks and good comments about my painting.
I am posing for my art professor for a sculpture. I don't get to see the finished result. Too bad it was all a dream.(Maybe I will see the continuation, lol :) ).
I felt a warm touch on my shoulder, turned back and I could feel a presence. A presence of someone...I can't see the face(or rather don't remember). It was a good feeling, I felt like the person watching me was someone who loved me. I could feel it.
My art professor from Armenia....How thrilled am I to see you! We hug. I start showing him my paintings. He takes the brush and and starts making remarks and good comments about my painting.
I am posing for my art professor for a sculpture. I don't get to see the finished result. Too bad it was all a dream.(Maybe I will see the continuation, lol :) ).
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