The muse was hidden in the brushes in New York’s strong winter of February, 2013
I entered the subterrain of the school, ” The Art Students League of New York ”, and down the stairs I went to attend my first painting course. The winter was getting worse. I opened the classroom door, and the smell of years piled up in my senses, imprisoning me in the history of graffiti walls, sculptures, paintings, …
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