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If you let the artists sing to you though their pictures, the music is the most sublime.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, October 17, 2019.
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Art that spoke of mountains and freedom were placed upon a white-washed wall in city that knew neither.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, October 17, 2019.
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It is the bitterest of irony to convert the language of my heart into money; but I gotta eat and pay the gallery. It feels each time as if someone has asked to purchase my love. As if such a thing could ever work.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, October 17, 2019.
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My soul is the emotional translator of these paintings of old, telling me stories of their sorrow and joy.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, October 17, 2019.
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The art upon the gallery wall I see as polaroids of emotion, the sort of communication that could take volumes of the written word to convey... and even then, not nearly so well.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, October 17, 2019.
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There was no money in those frames, only emotions in picture form; I could feel the artist speaking through the ages in the language of the soul.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, October 17, 2019.
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What the art brings cannot be weighed or measured, neither can the transfer of deep emotional intelligence be bought. Art is a gift to us all.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, October 17, 2019.