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Learning the art of restraint

I need to paint 20 frames for an upcoming gallery show and the thought of me, Jackie “Oh, Did I Make That Mess?” Mantey, painting anything in our small apartment’s even smaller dining room nearly gives Justin a rash. So here I am, standing in my temporary Indiana studio (his mom’s garage), wearing ratty clothes, my hair high in a messy bun. Before I start painting, I take a minute to look around the subdivision.

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