Art as therapy?
Art as a molotov cocktail. Art as a flame thrower. Art as a knife wound. Art as a womb full of guillotines, ready to give birth. Art as a curse upon the halls of impunity, to hound them for a thousand years. Anthony took the hands of Cicero, but still they strangle the neck of his memory, and Cesena still burns in the hell Michelangelo painted for him.
They must learn to fear Art again.
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