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TOys in the ATtic

My grandmother's attic was a magical place. Going up the creaky wooden stairs was like transforming into a magical world of imagination. I can still see the treasures of days long gone, smells the oldness of it and feel the hint of creepiness that lingered in the air. It is such and enchanted memory that I love revisiting and my inspiration for the ‘Toys In The Attic’ art show series. 

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