Ash Wednesday, 1994. The problem with receiving ashes when you're in an art school is that everyone assumes that you've been drawing and that you've accidently smeared some charcoal dust on your forehead.
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- arrabbiata
- Jersey Shore resident. Artist, professor, bus driver, assembler, carpenter, janitor, cook, day laborer, whatever. Some of this goes on at Studio Arrabbiata. Details on my site and around the web.
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