Behind unfinished art cries an unfinished artist. – Terri Guillemets
If spring betrays the summer, would autumn never arrive? – Terri Guillemets

Behind unfinished art cries an unfinished artist. – Terri Guillemets
If spring betrays the summer, would autumn never arrive? – Terri Guillemets
His heart beat only love — not a drop of hate-tinged blood in his body. – Terri Guillemets