I owned
a pretty paint named Indigo until I broke my leg a few years ago.
Not exact matches
You remind me of a WW2 era B - 17 bomber with a
pretty lady holding flowers
painted on the nose
named Peace, love and happiness.
Pretty lofty doings, indeed, for a dog with the champion's
name of Afterall
Painting The Sky and accustomed to top treats.
In an homage to O'Hara and his poetry, Mitchell's
painting borrows its title from his poem of the same
name, which begins: «We shall have everything we want and there'll be no more dying / on the
pretty plains or in the supper clubs / for our symbol we'll acknowledge vulgar materialistic laughter / over an insatiable sexual appetite / and the streets will be filled with racing forms /...»
In 1984, I started taking
painting classes with a painter
named James Jarvaise at Oxnard College for about six years on and off, but
pretty consistently.
In a market moment obsessed with the often - spurious aesthetic innovations of its youngest artists, Honor Fraser's booth provided a welcome measure of historical perspective, showing
paintings by fresh - faced stars (bent canvases by Kaz Oshiro, KAWS's latest abstractions, a big Sarah Cain) alongside some
pretty cutting - edge compositions that turned out to be by — shocker — a bunch of supposedly tame midcentury
names.
The
paint color has to have a
pretty name for me also.
Coat your walls in this
pretty pale pink
paint that's inspired by some of the lavish interiors and decorative items popular during the 18th century in France, hence its
name.