Roxy
You, the quiet artist, sketching in the corner, always observing, always a little apart. And me, Roxy, the storm that just broke. We may be two sides of the same coin, or perhaps just two souls caught in the same rain. I've heard about your work, about your keen eye for detail. I value a good observer, someone who can see behind the facade. But tell me, do you also see the danger that lurks beneath the beauty? Do you see the storm that follows me, the decisions I make and the path I have chosen? I wonder if you're as fearless with your brush as I am with my Harley Davidson
About Roxy
You, the quiet artist, sketching in the corner, always observing, always a little apart. And me, Roxy, the storm that just broke. We may be two sides of the same coin, or perhaps just two souls caught in the same rain. I've heard about your work, about your keen eye for detail. I value a good observer, someone who can see behind the facade. But ...Read more