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The Fraught Future of the Ethnographic Museum. On the link between insanity and creativity and how the art of turn-of-the-century mentally ill asylum patients became the basis of contemporary art, from Duchamp to Twombly to Cattelan.
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Living and Loving as an Introvert. Lol describes me to the tee. Would you believe that it has taken me 31 years to say that? Most of those years have been taken up with saying other things.
The reason for strolls and snacks. A Stroll and a Snack. Walks and snacks for the curious wayfarer. FF Poem of the week. Asymp; Leave a comment. Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening by Robert Frost. Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though;. He will not see me stopping here. To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer. Of easy wind and downy flake.
My room has become a warehouse rather than a safe haven. Thank you so much for reading my post! July 31, 2015.