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"In a nature preserve not far from the studio, this small creek winds it's way through the countryside until it finally joins the Cedar River. "November 18th, 2006 was, by all accounts, a dreary day… a misty landscape of browns, pale taupe and rose, and smoky blues and greens - all seeming to suggest a land that was yawning and sleepy - yet still very much alive - all before it was covered in a blanket of snow for the first time - the same mood I hoped to render in acrylic."
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