Sunday, December 22, 2024

12/11/24

 

I'm in a painting competition in Bloomfield Hills. It's at some rich Jewish family's house. I ask if they have any musical instruments and they bring out this huge instrument that has wooden hammers. The painters are on the lawn. Someone takes a violin. I leave. I had some old cameras. 

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