As usual- this is only my personal opinion. I was born Douglas and married Douglas. My husband flew the seas like albatros- You are Douglas he said to me personally in Lithuania. He came to the funeral of my grandfather- the pilot- from the USA. He was the pilot, and I was the grand daughter of two pilots- The Dynasty of Douglas - the dynasty of the pilots was my family. Our love was nothing special- dinners and rest- household chores- he was the pilot. His plane had a name- OLD FRED- in Vietnam battlefields.We did not talk much- he showed me his scars- AAA - and burns of the tibia- asked to remember them as the doctor. Yes, he showed me his scars- he was the pilot and that was enough said for me. My personal attitude- soup for dinner, clean house- we needed only this both. Our love was simple. so were our lives together. All his comments about my soup were- American girl came home. Enough said.
The art saves the world. The key to the world begins with the door. Let the door be open to the art. I do love art as You, however I love to transform the old art to my own likings.The art I do use in my transformations is from Public Domain. The art is just my musings and this is how I personally perceive the world- through the art. Life maybe rough sometimes, art maybe rough as well. My art does not ask for reflection- You reflect the art yourself in Your own mind. Critics are welcome as well.