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Sometimes a bridge takes us to another world, a surreal abstraction of our thoughts, or to a dear friend's front door.. or a perilous cross road. Sometimes a bridge crumbles with abuse and sometimes the bridge just wavers with the wind of your exhale. In dreams or in life, we all have bridges and sometimes we just burn them to generate new ones. (bridge and building charcoal on paper with distortion and a transparent overlay of an oil on canvas and oil pastels on paper)