Lisa Cohen
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In one painting, I am picked up and drawn into a wild weather event, a storm of color, wind, and light.
In one painting, I am picked up and drawn into a wild weather event, a storm of color, wind, and light.
Triple ruffled at the wrist, her lace gloved hand, cocked—index and thumb extended, covers the lower half of her face above which two dark eyes dare.
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