A couple years ago, I found this simple wedding dress, dirty, torn, lifeless. I began to wonder, what could have happen to the owner of that dress? Where all her dreams had gone? I took the dress home, put it in the washing machine and gave it a good scrub, it hanged in my studio for many weeks. Every time my eyes looked at it I always began to dream of the young woman that one day wore that ceremonial dress. I always felt her pain screaming at the universe. One day I decided that I had to do something about her horror, so I began to paint a new life into the dress. I am happy to say that all her wounds have been healed. I know that she is very happy now.
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