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Without narrative, isolated as is moments of figuration..sunlight on the side of a wall..frozen in time..conversations of unheard voices.Within, stillness and a paradox..a welcome to the world to come inside.. to reside.. commune. This interplay of imagination..soundless tunes..emblematic silences..symbolism saturated with suggestion.Soft realism where an inner life slowly cries.. gestates..to lay forever on canvas..the whole answer..there... before our eyes.
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