Have you ever managed to survive something so very stupid, that the thought bubbles above everyone else’s heads are still screaming, “You are too dumb to exist. Please give your seat to the next available person with an IQ over 40”?
How do people deal with endings, and beginnings, and then endings again?...
... that rare and magical eye/brain art experience, that sumptuous moment when all connection with the body disappears, and the electrical connections between seeing and understanding glow...
Once upon a time I collected signatures of famous artists. After that, it was a fixation with Les Nabis, a movement founded by Pierre Bonnard and Jean-Édouard Vuillard, artists who could magically resolve the extremely busy backgrounds of their paintings. Then came the fascination with renaissance masters and their rendering of hands and feet, which naturally led to their shoes.