A man paints with his brains and not with his hands. — Michelangelo
A man paints with his brains and not with his hands. — Michelangelo
A man paints with his brains and not with his hands. — Michelangelo
A man paints with his brains and not with his hands. — Michelangelo
A man paints with his brains and not with his hands. — Michelangelo
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A man paints with his brains and not with his hands.

— Michelangelo
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