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[gallery size=full ids=’885′ “Did you think I handed out all the wine and bread. No, No I’m Jewish.”
Jesus laughed and said, “So am I”
This is an original: watercolour, pen and ink, drawing on paper,
(11×13″) for sale , leave your inquiry requesting information. I will get back to you.
VENEZUELA YOU ARE LIVING UNDER A TYRANT”S RULING CRUELTY. HE IS NOT YOUR PRESIDENT; DID YOU VOTE FOR A LEADER WHO WOULD STARVE YOU? AND THE WORLD LOOKS ON…
Amazing even I know this.
The band was fun and I was drawing like a banshee as there were a lot of people in the group. The leader said wind it up , only three minutes left. Did you see who I left out?
this picture is for sale, 11 x14 ” $110. Original watercolour.
Presenting: Fern Lindzon, Singer, Swinger and Band Leader
How many have been to alive performance before ? And you choose mine? Bravo to me and a bigger Bravo to you. They were so energetic, and soulful I had a hard time drawing when I wanted to clap to the beat.
Jazz is alive especially while the Queen is on stage. Fern Lindzon not only plays the piano, but she sings, dances ( under the piano) composes and was nominated for an award for one of her songs. The way she carasses each note felt like diamonds in my ears.
Fern Lindzon studied at the Royal Conservatory of Music; and she ,enjoyed being back where her training began and was honed to be the talent that shines and touches the listener’ s soul.
I have some serious health concerns but not once did my thoughts even go there.
Loving Jazz and listening to the greats (my training) I feel I can say Fern Lindzon is truly a Toronto treasure.
Thanks again ! It was amazing. Awesome.
Barbara Greene Mann
The two images originals are for sale, if interested contact firstname.lastname@example.org
Horror, stovhot and sweaty, red lightsstove, an empty pot, oxygen off, thirsty and need to pee; my choice is visit John..
BUT wait, Where are my Glasses? I can’t see to find them. Not on the bed , that’s the only place, behind it. Did I draw myself twice ? I’m blind , and I don’t have a brain tumour. Whew I was worried.
I have devised an old pair with a rubber band and a something else, oh my ear. Still no glasses, walking back in my mind I finally get to the John and mournfully head in hands I look down and on the floor they lie. I really need to get them tightened.
A minor adjustment would have saved me, three hours of searching. And where was the call from hospice who I had called to help.
Good thing I found them by myself. When I get discovered and money flows in; none