All those sleepless nights.
Hitting the brick wall of ones imagination.
I know.
I might just have a little something for you:
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8fzn8_mgLS-BrhAbAE9nfJ5rXqwmBuw5lDdk_Wqqn-pT3x3P-wG7Dh1AP1d_aL3zKrJWTaJQR2dtfpLcybQiJyqTD-vp09hF_LDOGYxpx8fG-Nl_6OSTC6r-XFBRGjgh7bPfI-_PJM9rx/s400/Unglar+csaba+Szoros+kislany2.jpg)
You dont have to thank me.
I am generous.
Just take me out to that very expensive place I like and buy me necklaces.
Naturally you might want to have a better look at the little female freak - we wont tell no one - so I will give you a link to find out more.
http://www.mng.hu/kiallitasok/idoszaki/irokez_english
But let me tell you the inspiration behind Csaba Ungars little doll-lightbox instalation, that will help you tap into the darkest pouches of your unconscious - fun, fun, fun! Here is the story:
Hainau has bought a big house in our fair Hungary somewhere, that was stolen and destroyed by the locals after his death, but while he was still spending time there a rural-legend spread about a daughter he hid in the celler. Legend has it the poor thing was born covered in hair everywhere as a punishment for her fathers sins...
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