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What do you see in a Rorschach blood splatter?
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you are posting visual arts as well. I'm gathering information on hosting and posting multimedia art on the upcoming forum. I think we can all benefit and be inspired by music, images, sculpture, performance art, etc.
Stay tuned.
It's funny -- even as a kid, I saw blood.
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