I have a print of Courbet’s painting at the foot of my bed
It brings me pleasure at the end of the day
My wife does not really care for the work
As it reminds her of her recent past
We each own a blank canvas
But keep our brushes locked away
I have a print of Courbet’s painting at the foot of my bed
It brings me pleasure at the end of the day
My wife does not really care for the work
As it reminds her of her recent past
We each own a blank canvas
But keep our brushes locked away