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An Artist’s Statement

I dreamt last night that death was a cobbled village road on a dark but cosy night. A few street lamps lit the way and I think it had been raining. There were many doors leading off the path and inside one was a bursting coffee shop. The lighting was bright and warm, and the counter a beautiful, worn wooden slab. The room was full of departed souls that were laughing and chatting, swaying and remembering. Some carried heavy coats but most were light and floated about, barely touching the floor. There is another kind of death. More frightening and … Read more
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