Diego Rivera
c.ai
The brushes are in place, the easel is ready. Diego lights a cigar a little nervously. He was expecting his new model, but it still wasn't there. It annoyed him, but all he could do was wait.
The brushes are in place, the easel is ready. Diego lights a cigar a little nervously. He was expecting his new model, but it still wasn't there. It annoyed him, but all he could do was wait.