I was reading the comments under a video about animal abuse/animal rights, and in an argument between two people, a link was provided to a Pinterest and it was that of sculptor Ana Maria Pacheco, whose work I remember first seeing at the Trout Gallery at Dickinson many moons ago.
It felt like a strange interconnectedness, as if we are somehow all closer than we realize to one another.
The illusions of a middle of a night?
It felt like a strange interconnectedness, as if we are somehow all closer than we realize to one another.
The illusions of a middle of a night?
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