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“I am invisible, understand, simply because people refuse to see me…” writes Ralph Ellison. “When they approach me they see only my surroundings, themselves or figments of their imagination, indeed, everything and anything except me.”

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the best art illuminates the cracks in our inexhaustible social performances, lighting our way through “the maze of personality and persona” so that we may, if only for a brief and fragile moment, forget who or what we are playing at. Often, the best art is not serious or dignified. It is silly and irrelevant, irrational and ecstatic. Continue reading