Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures.
~Henry Ward Beecher
Thursday, March 6, 2014
Do you remember hearing this nursery rhyme? I did not realize that her poor little ladybug home burned and she only had one surviving child. Nursery rhymes are sometimes very brutal, aren't they?
In case you cannot see it, because the scan is not very good with it being dimensional, It says,
"Ladybug, Ladybug fly away home. Your house is on fire and your children all gone.
All except one and that's little ann for she crept under the frying pan."
Anyway these ATCs will go to someone in my online art group, An Affair With Art (AAWA).