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Admin06.09.2021

Summer Makovkin nude

Born in December of 1973 to a pair of self-employed potters living off the land in the north coast town of Mendocino, California, I was raised in a world made of rugged ocean cliffs, sandbars and rivers, huckleberries, borscht and piroshky, hand-made stoneware, pygmy trees, well water, a chicken coup, an outhouse, kerosene lamps, ballet and Swan Lake's Odette, Katherine Hepburn, Fred Astaire, Mozart, Chopin, jazz standards, made-up games, photography, and a vegetable garden.
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Admin14.08.2021

Mission Artists

Or maybe it was the other way around.
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Admin19.06.2021

Mission Artists

Sleeping with my toe shoes on seemed to feed my appetite for romance and fantasy, and strengthen an internal emotional world that seemed to be growing ever larger than the external.
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Admin09.07.2021

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remembering privacy and security settings• As I continue to gain experience and follow the bird that sings in my breast, my objective remains to be present in the moment, pour my heart and soul into every worthwhile idea, never stop learning, and hold fast to the ideal that "anything is possible if you believe in it.
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Admin05.07.2021

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Admin05.09.2021

Mission Artists

From my ever-present conscious experience of living this human life, I gather personal truths that find their voices within my artwork.
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Admin07.07.2021

Mission Artists

Through this journey, my goal is to help someone feel something from the inside out.
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Admin11.07.2021

Summer Makovkin nude

remembering account, browser, and regional preferences• A year of theater, and then a semester of photography at Cal Arts called my bluff, and had me running into the frigid arms of San Francisco.
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Admin17.07.2021

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With the stars at my toes and despair in my hair, I began an intuitive journey of unearthing life experience.
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Admin20.08.2021

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When the Mendocino School District set me loose, telling me that I was free to go forth into the real world, I pretended that I knew exactly who I was.
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