Power of art relies on the divine in nature. About artist Inese Poga and her art. Available watercolor and acrylic paintings. Art classes and workshops in pictures. How to arrange your own painting party. Cravings for perfection can be irresistib.

A place where my soul rest. Let his art speak for the man itself. This work by Alf Sukatmo. Is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4. Based on a work at alfsukatmo. Charcoal and pencil on paper.

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What I see as I look at these formerly white pieces of cloth is something magical.

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