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No More Waiting


Sometimes in this life you struggle with yourself about yourself. The "who am I?" kind of questions. In thinking so much of the me me and me, a break is needed. It never fails, once the focus is directed outward the "struggle" seems silly. The answers searched seep into you like a sponge. Things are obvious. Its practically right outside of my studio

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Unknown said…
Is this piece still available? If so, what is the price. Please respond to my email address, below.
Thanks.
John Sanchez said…
Hello Nancy I can not see your email address. The painting is still available for $1800. Please contact Brook or Tyler at brook@dorschgallery.com to purchase. Thank you

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