His paintings were so unique as to require no signature for identification.
What about his signature on the registration?
There were biographical forms and consent forms she hadn't really read, all signed in a loopy, angry signature, and a copy of Toby's birth certificate.
Just need your signature, he said, pulling a file out of one of the drawers in his desk.
It was a signature day in Ouray, better than the best of the area's finest painted or photographed images with the sky so blue, the pines so green and the snow so white, you couldn't paint truer colors with an art store's inventory.