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  • Art is a zombie. It comes after us.

    The master is passed, the master body is gone, the soul lives on, art is a stalker. It announces its glory in the lowliest places, it tempts us.

    And if we will not be tempted, it comes after us.

    It forces our eyes to see. It presents the grand flash of woman, in her fingernails, her fingers, her dark eyes, her blood drops. Art makes the undead living. Picasso lives.

    A hoarding told me so, the other day.

    It told me I was in my final weeks to see the master.

    When I walked in the low places, it send in the zombie soul, to remind me that the true artists living never die and the true artists, even grand, want you to know the high-low life. Your inspiration is out there.

    Inspiration is a zombie.

    (Photo by Susan)
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