I think I can, I think I can

♫ Wild Life ♫ - OneRepublic

 

O Mistress mine, where are you roaming?

O stay and hear! your true-love’s coming

That can sing both high and low;

Trip no further, pretty sweeting,

Journeys end in lovers’ meeting—

Every wise man’s son doth know.

 

What is love? ’tis not hereafter;

Present mirth hath present laughter;

What’s to come is still unsure:

In delay there lies no plenty,—

Then come kiss me, Sweet-and-twenty,

Youth’s a stuff will not endure.

 

Twelfth Night, Act II, Scene III [O Mistress mine,

where are you roaming?] William Shakespeare

 

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**A digital watercolor composition using my new friend, Adobe Fresco and my tried and true, Photoshop.

 

“All you need to paint is a few tools, a little instruction, and a vision in your mind.” Bob Ross

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