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THE MEMORIES I TRY TO HOLD ON TO SLIP THROUGH MY HANDS LIKE THE SANDS OF THE HOURGLASS, IN THIS PLACE CALLED LIFE WHERE THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS A STATIONARY HOLD #art #contemporaryart
UTTERLY LOST IN THE RANDOM NATURE OF ACTUALITY WHERE THERE IS NO PLACE FOR CONFINED THINKING #art #contemporaryart
"EACH AND EVERYONE OF US IS A LITTLE EXTRAORDINARY, IN THIS GAME" #drawing #art #contemporaryart