Art Quote by David Almond
““Well, well,” she murmurs as I back away. She makes a rectangle with her index fingers and thumbs and looks at my skin through it. “You’re right,” she says. “The boy’s a living work of art.””
““Well, well,” she murmurs as I back away. She makes a rectangle with her index fingers and thumbs and looks at my skin through it. “You’re right,” she says. “The boy’s a living work of art.””
