Cold are the hands of time that creep along relentlessly, destroying slowly but without pity that which yesterday was young.
Alone, our memories resist this disintegration as we grow more lonely with the passing years.
-- Preston Sturges, The Palm Beach Story, 1942
[Michael Sowa's painting is entitled Untitled. Click upon it to embiggen.]
I used to own the art card of this lady! She was my favorite. But I have lost her a long time ago. I was wondering if you know where you got this image or where I can find another copy of her? In searching for her image, this blog is the only place that has her! I've looked all over the net in stores that carry Michael Sowa's work, but to no avail. I want her back! Please help me! Thanks!
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