Sandra Poliakov
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Acrylic on canvas 60 x 80 cm
Every year, the garden grew back around her, like it knew she’d return. The trees bent a little lower, and the flowers stretched toward her hands. She never spoke — but the wind always changed when she opened her eyes.
Receive kind, simple and colorful letters about me, my art, and how I see the world.
