I so love the name Lucretia. Years ago I purchased a pair of enamel on copper convex painted images of Lucretia and Tarquin in prof, facing each other. They were 17th century Florentine wry stylized black and shadow in chiaroscuro on pristine white. Areas had crackled with age.They were prized. And I dropped them face down on coral pave…
I so love the name Lucretia. Years ago I purchased a pair of enamel on copper convex painted images of Lucretia and Tarquin in prof, facing each other. They were 17th century Florentine wry stylized black and shadow in chiaroscuro on pristine white. Areas had crackled with age.They were prized. And I dropped them face down on coral pavers. He looked so profoundly sad before he hit the ground. When I picked it up, his eye was gone. Dropped it againNow the enamel shattered end all that remained was his coiffed wig on a copper background. I swear Lucrezia was smiling. Bitch!
I so love the name Lucretia. Years ago I purchased a pair of enamel on copper convex painted images of Lucretia and Tarquin in prof, facing each other. They were 17th century Florentine wry stylized black and shadow in chiaroscuro on pristine white. Areas had crackled with age.They were prized. And I dropped them face down on coral pavers. He looked so profoundly sad before he hit the ground. When I picked it up, his eye was gone. Dropped it againNow the enamel shattered end all that remained was his coiffed wig on a copper background. I swear Lucrezia was smiling. Bitch!