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I search the divine in the common, the extraordinary in the ordinary.

In my world, the street musician becomes Orpheus, a busboy is transformed into Aquarius, the cupbearer of the gods.

I speak in the eternal symbols of fruits to suggest desire, of a white dove in the palm of a youth to convey the first love, of flying swallows to mark the joy of a new beginning, of lilies to announce the good news…