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I curated Anastasia's. By curated, I mean climbed up and down ladders and almost died hanging up her tapestry. Look:


For scale:



A woman from the internet called my work too "dark and clunky" for her taste.



Cool.


You, internet, should come to the 'hood this weekend...see it in person...nothing lasts forever.
Art block party Sat night. Stay tuned for details.

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