Zen Graphics Portfolio
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You know that sense of peace when you feel the sun on your face, and you hear the seagulls crying, and you smell the crisp salt of the ocean? That feeling you grasp at when you reach a mountain you must climb alone, clinging to it as a way to distract yourself from the struggle you face now. Art can bring that peace. The stroke of a brush, the low humming along to a familiar song, the paint staining your fingers...
Come in, and feel at peace
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