I’d like to find and lose the philosopher’s stone. Make love and never lose control. Remove a great number of living beings with impunity. Afterward resuscitate a very small number of the dead.
Giving art a cheerful middle finger
A living collage
Trauma and displacement birth surrealism
The never-ending scream
The unconscious mind and a horsehair brush
The Feelbad Lands
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