I stopped by the Corrine Wasmuht opening at Friedrich Petzel last night. The painting felt like a Flaming Lips chorus. Full-on with everything rushing past your heart.
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Very poetic BB. I can't remember the last time I saw an exhibit with one painting. Refreshing.
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