An artist - the only one I know personally - once asked where my fascination for language derived. At the same time as grasping for a credible answer, it struck me that only one who privileges an alternative mode of expression would have thrown such a curveball at a first meeting. A few years on, I'm still grasping.In the spirit of that encounter, I present Norah McGuiness' oil on canvas, The harvesters, as an alternative introductory post. It speaks to the title of this virgin blog, although I'm at a loss to produce a critical comment on the subject. Does this constitute first post failure? Probably.
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