This is a work in progress, although I am so far, not very fond of it. Thinking of chucking it. Have to put a lot more effort into it if it will get a passing grade for effort. I love Renoir and this picture he painted in particular. I am not doing it justice at all.
He didn't turn out so bad but she turned out horrible and it is the woman and her eyes that really count. Is it love? He says it is but she ain't buyin it lol
Forgive me he says. For you are my turtle dove. I am not impressed Monsieur. lol Shame on you for trying to .......you know.......seduce a young woman. lol Fool me once, shame on you Fool me twice... shame on me.
But such is the life in the artist world. One loves and is loved. Life burns with passion. Once you feel it, you will never want to live without it. Your cup runneth over. -----------------------------
Burn bright oh love and let me cover you with the soft feathers of my bed. Let me kiss your bright red lips and feel their softness on my breath. For I have never lived till now And ne're more will live If it were so Ne'er to feast upon Your clear dark eyes And exclaim my passion through them To your soul. For what is life without the touch of your soft, cool hands' caress across my brow. Even now, I feel the tenderness, in so light a touch, As to make me drunk with stupor In delight, to be so loved By such as thee.
A Lady's Life.
Sister Mary Ann, who worked for a home health agency, was out making her rounds visiting homebound patients when she ran out of gas.
As luck would have it, a Texaco Gasoline station was just a block away.
She walked to the station to borrow a gas can and buy some gas. The attendant told her that the only gas can he owned had beenloaned out, but she could wait until it was returned. Since Sister Mary Ann was on the way to see a patient, she decided not to waitand walked back to her car.
She looked for something in her car that she could fill with gas and spotted the bedpan she was taking to the patient.
Always resourceful, Sister Mary Ann carried the bedpan to the station, filled it with gasoline, and carried the full bedpan back to her car.
As she was pouring the gas into her tank, two Baptists watched from across the street.. One of them turned to the other and said,