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 Somewhere, I started receiving images, through dreams, through clouds, through smells. They translated themselves into my art. Looking at everyday items, people.
I see smells, taste sights and breathe music. Probably said before, but I can do it too.
Sometimes, suppose the moon dangling from a Magician's hand, turns slowly with the earth and sky. I am turned and dangled and throw myself into my images.
Somehow, I emerge and am washed with colors and sparks. Daily I renew myself through art.
Nancy Velasquez
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