Olga de Klein - Visual Artist

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Whooshing paint silenced, rollers cleaned and neatly stored, the trays messaged they were still not ready to part.  Lush colors on crackling plastic, nonchalantly left on the floor, the arrangement was calling out for at least one more dance.  The Android clicked, and pixels turned into music for my eyes...samba, merengue, cha-cha-cha...I swore I tasted mangos!


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