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harumi said…
Have I show you Tadanori Yokoo's night landscape paintings??? If not I will show you sometimes. you might like it.
by the way, FIU grad might have a space inside of convention center in next Art Miami. isn't it cool?
10:40 AM
Ivan Brandon said…
i'll take it.
8:09 PM
william wray said…
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9:46 PM
william wray said…
Nice stuff bro.' I feel what you are doing.
9:47 PM
tonypetersart said…
Whoah man, I really like your work! Fantastic nocturnes.
6:39 AM
Anonymous said…
your work is amazing and it reminded me of a beautiful blue pastel by odilon redon that i saw in the musee d'orsay. you are very talented and a great guy to boot. much success.
8:58 PM
John Sanchez said…
thank you
3:21 AM
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