There were two of us at the dinner table last night for a change and we attempted to explain the experience of being an artist, that in fact it was all about looking. He looked interested, but I suspected otherwise, and with that topic exhausted fairly quickly we moved onto the claret and horseradish sauce. Much easier.
“The canary bird in the coal mine theory of the arts: artists should be treasured as alarm systems.”
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