This is me...
...clearly and without question. Those of you who know me will recognize this at a glance. The long, flowy hair. The coy smile. The "beautiful dress". I float through the air as in a Chagall painting. Which is true. I often float. The fact that this was intended to be a very, very, sad "blue period" painting is of no matter. The artist is three and I imagine it's hard to pretend "sad" for very long when you're three. I did give them silver paint which made their wash water sparkly. How sad could they stay?
