February 2012
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FINDING ARTSELVES: Art at the end... →
randrzejewski:
I keep coming back to art at the end. Art at the end of, well, everything. Art as healing. Art as a process, as a celebration, or a separation. How do I even begin to define it? At the end of everything, all that will be left is an unbridled attempt to say something, to be something, anything….
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