The lines in his face were distorted by the cracks in the mirror.
Tooday is the place where yesterday and tomorrow meet.
The enterprise of dreams foregone now lost in memories blended vision.
Today I breathe so I may dream tomorrow.
History is like a good meal: it repeats itself.
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Michael Edwards (
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Good ones Michael.
I had never realised that my mirror was cracked, I'll have to get a new one.
Good painting as well.
I'll say it in one line - good write and pic M.
We don't use a line - we have of those circular things - not that we use it in the winter !
I love number two, my favorite for sure. I'm entirely impressed by how good the watercolor is, and by the fact that you keep routinely producing them, Michael!
Thanks Louis. I am painting all the time and have many images form over the last few years so there are many to chose from. however I probably do only about one per week so have to rely on the 'back catalogue' to keep going and some have already been featured before. I probably produce more abstract work these days although my output has dropped over the last couple of years as I am doing more demonstrations and running workshops - something which I did little of just a couple of years ago.
My preference is the last one - it makes me smile whenever I read it - I have quite a sense of humour which not everyone shares. .
Sounds like you have a busy and productive retirement going ... that is a good thing! Congratulations, Michael.
All great one liners Michael, and a beautiful painting too.
Thanks AP - much appreciated.
Love 'em - - all - - but 'specially the final one - and oh that watercolour - - a lovely posting Michael.
Very good one liners, Michael. The last one is tricky--I wish history didn't have to repeat itself! But gorgeous painting as always!
The last one is good, but I do like the second to last better.
Exquisite watercolor as always!
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