There is also my original poetry to the left and down: As Clay I am moulded, yet would query of the Master, why are you choosing to form me so? Feeling pain… I do not see the gentle hands of Artistry. Looking down disheartened I contemplate a mean fate, instead of looking up to see the Miracles and Wonder as Divine Love molds me in Reality!
- : 30x40x1 framed in gold frame 5" wide makes it 40x50 with shells around edges of painting with pearls
- : $8,000.00