I don’t know all that much about art, as the saying goes, but I know a little, and want to know more. I took an Art History 100 course in uni. It was a three hour lecture held on a Monday night in a large, warm auditorium in a frozen, windy city. The professor had a deeply soothing voice and an endless series of slides. As such, I slept though the Class…
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