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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


Unknown said…
Is this piece still available? If so, what is the price. Please respond to my email address, below.
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 to purchase. Thank you

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