It is the role of art to make you think. It’s not always a cotton wool existence. Sometimes you have to cringe, retreat inside your outer protective layers. Grimace whilst staring illogically at what you see in front of you. Such is this crack. He knows who he is but may never acknowledge it in public.
February 13, 2015
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