SUNDAY AFTERNOON, sold











Sunday Afternoon is a 24x12 pastel on paper.

Another piece sacrificed for the sake of sanity. It's really nice, but for some reason just did not sell. I'd rather see it go to a good home than to the trash bin.

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  1. Vikki NorthFebruary 05, 2009

    Hello Fair Artist who paints lovely turquoise green entry ways,

    We have been watching you. We are artist also. At least that's what they call us. You may even know us. We'd like to invite you to a member of our very Private Club. We're very selective and only an elite few are welcome on our hallowed grounds. We pick you.

    We even have a little 'chit chat' room just for the likes of you. It's rightfully called Dante's Pub. But when your enter BEWARE! You are entering the abyss of the artist mind! You may not find your way out.

    You're welcome to watch from afar while drinking your brew or pull up a chair and join us for a little chat. Be sure and register and then log in. After all, this is a very private club. We don't allow just any wanderer in our midst.

    Don't dilly dally now! It wont cost you a pence. Check out The Artist Challenge and Dante's Pub- that is if your daring and think yourself worthy to be amongst the souls we've claimed?

    Farewell...until we hear from you,
    Master Mike and the Pub Wench

    Artist Challenge- http://www.theartistchallenge.com/
    Dante‘s Pub - http://www.theartistchallenge.com/art-forum/

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