A piece of profound artwork has an incredible ability to stick its hands in our brains and pull out our deepest secrets, emotions, and stories. Great art also seems to chant the words “buy me” in an angelic chorus. Most of the time I can’t afford it, but little splurges have been known to happen. When my impulses get the better of me, I have to rearrange the art I have hanging on my walls to find the perfect spot to showcase its majesty. Has anyone else experienced this?
–Leanne
She's in Prison 
Yes❤
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Only words seem to have the same effect on me but I only hang them in my mind 🙂 (a few of yours are there for viewing)
Thank you Hector. That means so much to me 🙂