Here is a self-portrait, based on an old photograph from long ago. I’m lost in the woods, like the lovers in A Midsummer Night’s Dream. The woods are sparkling, full of hope, while I’m receding into the gloom. (Print)
Art, thoughts and some crochet by Jenny Caron Hall
Here is a self-portrait, based on an old photograph from long ago. I’m lost in the woods, like the lovers in A Midsummer Night’s Dream. The woods are sparkling, full of hope, while I’m receding into the gloom. (Print)
