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INSPIRATION |
In
my dream, my feet must have frozen. I can’t move, can’t run away from
him, or even climb off the stage, because at that point I’m weak, and
too scared to even breathe, and because of that thread, which binds us.
And so, rooted to that spot, I look up at him. At this close range, our
eyes meet; and my heart skips a beat, because at that second, his are
empty.
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TITLE: |
Ridicule |
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MEDIUM: |
Oil on Canvas |
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DIMENSIONS: |
36"x24" |
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DATED: |
2008 |
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