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In college, I would ride the train back and forth between Toronto and Montreal, listening to Enya's "Watermar" on repeat. In the middle of winter, the train windows were often frosted over and I loved how looking through them felt like you were looking at something and yet, not quite something - a soft distortion of shapes and colors. 


12x16" acrylic and mixed media on gallery-wrapped canvas.  

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