I needed blood.
For an artwork, I needed blood to soak into a linen handkerchief. Some suggested cow's blood or pig's blood or whatever you can find ...
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In the art world, the laughs are far and few between. British born poet John Tottenham has a wit as dry as my martini.
Every junkie would agree. The destructive effect of the installation is emotionally and psychologically compelling. I could not wait to get the hell out of there.
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