Strokes
Is this a daydream of the end of summer? The beginning of fall, when the ghosts of dandelions are dancing in the autumn air? Or maybe strokes of white paint on a dry brush falling haphazardly against a black canvas?
A journal of ongoing adventures in creative pursuits through computers
Is this a daydream of the end of summer? The beginning of fall, when the ghosts of dandelions are dancing in the autumn air? Or maybe strokes of white paint on a dry brush falling haphazardly against a black canvas?