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“THE IMPULSE IS TO SQUEEZE AND FONDLE BABY WILD ANIMALS BUT THEN THEY'D BE BROKEN AND WHAT GOOD WOULD THEY BE?”

Quote by Jenny Holzer

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Jenny Holzer
Jenny Holzer

Jenny Holzer is an American contemporary artist known for her poetry and public art works. Her works often explore themes of power, politics, and gender, presented through poetry, sculpture, and installation art, and have had a wide-reaching impact in the art world. more

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