
The artwork by Elizabethe Schuppe makes my chest hurt. I like every single piece I have seen on her website and flickr pages. It reminds me of me. Inside. I don't know if looking at a painting has ever quite made me feel like this before.




I learned about Elizabeth Schuppe through Katy Elliot. She recently reminded me of her again.
Thanks for sharing.
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