i. To hold any deep knowledge in the art world doesn't seem to matter except back in the world from which it absconded.
ii. The head’s struggle with a new notion is the heart’s most soul-felt pain.
iii. Wrestling a vague utopic concept into the service of social justice is heavy lifting.
iv. As an independent artist, freelancer, human rights practitioner. And that is my word. v. Accused of leadership when it doesn’t matter.
Deprived its acknowledgement in the quotidian ways that would normally add up.
These are the makings of bridges burned.
vi. Speculative criticism is a true, present fiction, but for the nearer future than speculative fiction.