The Fugue of Fictions. By themischievousannaFebruary 27, 2016 ( 5 ) They insist upon, An unseen dress rehearsal Of their honesty. Share this:Share on TumblrTweetMoreEmailPrintPocketLike this:Like Loading... Categories: Art, WritingTags: 3D, art, emotions, fiction&poetry, lies, musings, painting, poetry, portrait, writing Related Articles The Barrier that Hugged. By themischievousannaOctober 29, 2020 Quiet shock. By themischievousannaFebruary 24, 2020 Kept Deep. By themischievousannaFebruary 23, 2020 ( 1 ) 5 comments › JM Stories February 27, 2016 • 7:53 pm That red is brighter than bright! Love it. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply ↓ themischievousanna February 27, 2016 • 8:12 pm Thank you! I’m glad you love it! 🙂 LikeLike Reply ↓ Onna (@Theonna) February 28, 2016 • 3:00 am Justice is blind? LikeLike Reply ↓ Ellespeth March 14, 2016 • 7:40 am I could look at this painting for quite some time – wondering about the color red and the right side of this head bursting open… Ellespeth LikeLiked by 1 person Reply ↓ themischievousanna March 14, 2016 • 12:00 pm And before you know it your own head feels like it’s bursting open lol. Thanks for the comment! LikeLike Reply ↓ Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.