There are magic secrets in the canvas, in the stone, in the music. The artist is scared, and a liar, and yet the thread of truth winds its way out of the dark corners and displays itself, subtle and nuanced, but visible to the discerning eye. The artist cannot hide, does not want to hide, but even if they try, they are on full display to the world.
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Well written... Reminds me of a trip I once took w/ Aldus Huxley.
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