Hello Silk Arms Readers,
This week, Artist In Chair asks:
What happens when the artist becomes the medium?
(When the body becomes both canvas and crime scene.)
An artist, glimpsed through the windshield grime of his own physical being—blurred, distant, strangely familiar. An art critique conducted by vultures, mid-feast.
A post-mortem in real time, rendered …
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