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This is what it could look like when one completely deconstructs a life as one knows it, and how to build from the ground up. Alternatively, this is a fresh look at an old story. The fine art of falling apart.

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Originally uploaded by Abstract Magdalene.

That's what that is called. I used to have something in my head floating around about cold water woman, feminist thing. But I couldn't decide so called it Untitled. I think I painted it in 2003, or 2004.

Macintosh apples are in season. This is the time they are crispy and sweet, cold. Usually I have Cortlands. Those are the best. I know that I just veered off into a discussion on apples. Ok, done.

This piece was featured in the Northern Life on Friday. That's a local Sudbury newspaper, very community based. Of all three pieces on show right now, I was surprised this piece was chosen. But it did give me a warm feeling, like I'd just had a glass of brandy.

On another note, I was going to write about the freedom of art. That regardless of the subject matter (which really should be considered irrelevant), that if the art invokes a feeling (good or bad) from the viewer, then the piece is successful.

The thing I have an issue with is when people insist on castrating the artist for being so honest, so willing, and so brave for putting his/her feelings into a piece of art. And displaying it.

To think of one man steeped in controversy in another time, that some think it's ok to keep banging at his door, demanding answers. It makes me question my faith (what little there is left) in the good of people.

For me, art is very simple.

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