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- Published 20130305
- ISBN: 9781922079961
- Extent: 264 pp
- Paperback (234 x 153mm), eBook

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Peter Timms
Peter Timms was born and educated in Melbourne and, from 1971 until 1988, workedin public art museums in Victoria and NSW.He has been a...
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