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The stroke of a brush cleaner
Not the other but one. If we felt brave enough to throw into the arms of the painting, then we know that at first the brush is awkward between our fingers. But there comes a time when after long hours of work, art seems to take pity on us and allowed to graze. So when you least expect it slides down your arm a gentle movement that flows into the brush and drag it on paper, resembling a seagull in flight low over the waves. We can hear the caress. It is then...

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