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“When it is working, you completely go into another place, you're tapping into things that are totally universal, completely beyond your ego and your own self. That's what it's all about.”

Quote by Keith Haring

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Keith Haring
Keith Haring

Keith Haring was an American visual artist known for his street art and graffiti. His works were characterized by simple lines and bright colors, conveying messages about society, politics, and culture. Although his career was short, Haring's art had a profound impact on contemporary art. more

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