Puddles On My Painting Naira Sargsyan, AZCOM 2020 I spoke again. You hailed in massive spheres of black and bulleted through my thin coating and so I drowned the force as it rained across my canvas. It left it muddy and wet as if this flood had collided my words and thoughts with your pessimistic attitude. It had collided, but it was only a barrier; A burden I shoveled out and threw away. My words could listen. ▼ MWU Brandon Le, AZ Dental 18 1.5x1.0m, Oil Paint They heard your roar as thunder struck them. My words could feel. They felt the energy rush within their lines. I spoke again. 38 THRIVE 2018
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