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.
I am the blooger since 2011. This blog is my personal analysis of the artwork i see on a daily basis. My analysis of the art is as simple as possible- no comments, if possible. It is my personal understanding of the old culture of the printed word,- which I am interested in. I am aiming to publish the artwork I find in old prints in its original form and shape- as it is,The inspiration for my personal reflexions I do find in the old prints of Public Domain.