Natasha’s murals

In sixteen years, when glass replaced the plywood boards, Natasha’s murals would find their way to Sonja’s bedroom closet, where they would remain a private treasure for some sixty-three years, until Maali’s great-great-grandson, an art historian, put them on display in the city art museum.

A Constellation of Vital Phenomena by Anthony Marra

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Krista Stevens

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