It made us smile to see that after all these years your myth about the painter's ear was put at last to rest.
The artist altered at a sword-stroke from moonstruck genius (somewhat admired) to unrequited heartsick lover (completely to be pitied).
The price of fame is ever high.
Take care where you step, until tomorrow.
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This blog was inspired by news of an answerphone line to god set up as a Dutch art installation. Messages were left by members of the public (though the artist declined to listen to them) and it seemed only fair to arrange a facility for communication back in this direction. No offence is intended.
About Me
- jupiter
- king of the gods? In this incarnation maybe just a jovial oldster with some outspoken views. You will surely not mistake the moments in which the true bearer of this mighty name appears, for by his words you will know him and wish to pay him heed.
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