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“When we are born we are all wonderful. But, gradually, masks and streets are erected around us, walls and lies fence us in, make us prisoners, trap us inside our skulls, turn hearts to stone, until the magic—once bright and sparkling—turns black and blistered in our minds.”

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In the Eyes of Mr Fury

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Philip Ridley
Philip Ridley

Philip Ridley, born on December 29, 1964, is a versatile British artist whose work spans across theater, film, and literature. Known for his unique style and profound themes, Ridley has made significant contributions to the arts. more

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