During our trip to Bulgaria last summer, Ma and I were both enchanted by a mysterious Bulgarian icon painting that focused on some kind of wheel of fortune. We agreed to each paint our own version of the icon. Ma ended up very disturbed by hers, and it took me six months to finish mine. But I did.
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by Hannah @ 6:11 PM
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1 Comments:
I love how your angels have shofarim, and how the guys around the outside of the wheel are really doing stuff, and your monster is far superior to mine and also to the original, and the eating is much clearer. Your narrative is very dynamic. Still bewildering. Congrats!
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