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Home Art An artist never really finishes his work, he merely abandons it.

An artist never really finishes his work, he merely abandons it.

Polly, August 10, 2013

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There is nothing worse than a sharp image of a fuzzy concept.

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Every production of an artist should be the expression of an adventure of his soul.

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