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The Vase


The National Musuem of African Art is filled with beautiful art from historical moments in time and indigenous native tribes but one vase in-particular caught my eye an elegant piece of tribal art with meticulous ridges for the best water concealment without jeopardizing the revealment of native signs and symbols that kindles a sense of pride and placement temporarily connecting your mind with your soul and as you inspected the side its as if a story was being told seeing these scenes which fosters a thought and from this thought you listen to the sounds of the people and environment around fostering imagination that no longer resided only in the mind it not strikes your soul giving substance making you feel as if your actually there and before long the story repeats breaking my stare releasing intellectual thoughts in the air making me realize that description I gave this object creation known as a vase gives more respect and praise then society gives the human creation known as the feminine race
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