I am up in Stafford, religious mosaic panels. Nice. I talk to the cat every morning and every night, through FaceTime, he looks back blankly, kind of cat-like. And once I am finished talking one way to an animal, he apparently jumps off the table nonchalantly and saunters over to his cat bowl and eats some food. I go back to work and call again a bit later. I might be forgiven for thinking he may have planned the whole thing.
“The canary bird in the coal mine theory of the arts: artists should be treasured as alarm systems.”
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