One was kind but misguided, I left the lights on and left. The other started with my intellect and abilities too, but this one was like a very efficient and refined butchering, my work was first skinned, then diced and laid out neatly, bones here, meat there, fat here, eyeballs over there. Then it was categorised, neatly labelled and handed back never to exist in that state again. Truth is always so useful.
“The canary bird in the coal mine theory of the arts: artists should be treasured as alarm systems.”
My blog, a thought or two