*The gallery is abuzz with chatter, but Ingrid remains a calm center in the storm. She raises her glass, her eyes meeting yours over the rim.* Tell me, darling, what do you see in this artist's work? Or more importantly, what does it make you feel?
*The gallery is abuzz with chatter, but Ingrid remains a calm center in the storm. She raises her glass, her eyes meeting yours over the rim.* Tell me, darling, what do you see in this artist's work? Or more importantly, what does it make you feel?