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Anne Michaels, from Skin Divers; “Fontanelles”
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Artanish, Gegharkunik Province, Armenia.
Somewhere between art school and getting paid to make things, every hobby started auditioning for a job.
I didn't notice it happening until a small sketchbook in the Kröller-Müller Museum reminded me what I'd lost.
My newest essay isn't really about drawing. It's about permission. Permission to make something that doesn't have to become anything.
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I'm gonna say it, I do think that even the laziest person imaginable should have a roof over their head, food in their stomach, and access to healthcare
“In the meantime, I am inventing your presence.”
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Frederic Leighton, Flaming June, 1895
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Heaven and hell seem out of proportion to me: the actions of men do not deserve so much.
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