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		<title>From &#8220;ON THE MARGINES OF LOVE&#8221; collection</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[A collection of drawings and handwritten texts by Niyaz

In this collection, love is not declared in bold words, but whispered in the margins—within the curve of a branch, in the silent flight of a small bird, in the gentle trace of a pencil, and in lines that are sometimes readable, sometimes fading, yet always carrying deep emotion.

Each piece is a blend of pencil drawings and handwritten texts that wrap around the image like a soft breeze, merging into a single voice. These writings are not mere decoration; they are part of the story. Sometimes they hide a tale, sometimes they murmur an unfinished poem, and sometimes they simply hold a meaningful silence.

In On the Margins of Love, image and word are not in opposition, but intertwined—just like love itself: at once spoken and unspeakable. This collection invites the viewer to read with both eyes and heart—a reading that may begin with the gaze of a bird and end in a hidden word among the lines.]]></description>
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In this collection, love is not declared in bold words, but whispered in the margins—within the curve of a branch, in the silent flight of a small bird, in the gentle trace of a pencil, and in lines that are sometimes readable, sometimes fading, yet always carrying deep emotion.

Each piece is a blend of pencil drawings and handwritten texts that wrap around the image like a soft breeze, merging into a single voice. These writings are not mere decoration; they are part of the story. Sometimes they hide a tale, sometimes they murmur an unfinished poem, and sometimes they simply hold a meaningful silence.

In On the Margins of Love, image and word are not in opposition, but intertwined—just like love itself: at once spoken and unspeakable. This collection invites the viewer to read with both eyes and heart—a reading that may begin with the gaze of a bird and end in a hidden word among the lines.]]></content:encoded>
					
		
		
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