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The Purpose Of Art Is Washing The Dust Of Daily Life Off Our Souls. - Pablo Picasso





The purpose of art is washing the dust of daily life off our souls. - Pablo Picasso
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We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.
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Some times I just wanna be a panda🐼