April 2012
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It is Sunday afternoon, and I am on my way to the studio. No matter how early I intend on getting there, how much I know I’ll enjoy the solitude and freedom
of the daylight, the images I know will seep out because of the differing atmosphere, two o’clock is always the earliest I seem to be able to get there. It takes me about forty minutes from my house on a good day, and today as I...
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I miss Italy, but not for Its beauty.
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