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This is where it all begins for Arnold B, with drawing. Drawing brings forth Arnold's ideas, a few of which grow to become something else. Be in at the birth with "Strange States".
Beauty is but a mask. Dark perversions beneath it lie. (pencil)
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Ride him, ride him hard. Curb that firery stallion's heart. (pencil)
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Does he like me? I hope he does. (pencil)
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Caught in the grip of passion, oblivion is only a heartbeat away. (pencil)
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A soft and loving place, for you to share and I to grant. (pencil)
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Squeeze tight this thing of beauty. Hold it forever close to the heart. (pencil)
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For some people life never seems free and easy. Even with friends round they still feel restricted. (pencil)
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After labour comes languor. Warm joy scents the air. (pencil)
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Two artists, whose wayward paths entwine, life's stage do bestride. Yet, fearful of historie's strident march, both linger in ways grown cold. (pencil)
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Not everybody has it cushy. Some people have to work for a living. (pencil)
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Not all unions end in tears. Some congeal for want of trying. (pencil)
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Arnold B lives life in the shadows, ever watchful of human foibles. His presence is everywhere but he is seen by none. If you must seek him out, know him by his works.
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