I have written previously about my love of nail polish, and like many true obsessives have sought to express myself through my "passions". During my Greenwich Village days I loved to visit friends in rural Virginia and during one of those trips I made my one (and only) attempt to paint something larger than a breadbox through my favorite form of decoration- a generous selection of Christian Dior nail polishes. I have no recollection what happened to the stool, but I do remember the hypnotic feeling that came over me as I placed the dots, one at a time, on that summery interval long ago.
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