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The circumstances that brought me back to the U.S. a bit sooner than expected, in the company of my son and four hastily packed suitcases, serendipitously permitted me to attend the spring student show at the atelier where I used to hang out, The Bougie Studio, in Minneapolis, which was the subject of the article with which I began this thread some time ago.
It was a bittersweet event. The work was very good, which was particularly enjoyable to see with respect to a couple of students who were relatively new to the studio about the time I was leaving. The fruits of countless hours of hard work were in abundance. I felt a vicarious and undeserved sense of pride in my old studio mates
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