honourable discharge.

“I’m not sure I’m not seeing something in it that I’m not supposed to.” “Not supposed to what…?” “Not supposed to see in it.” “Right. So, what do you see in it?” “I see cognisance—an amalgam of contradiction and righteousness. And I sympathise with the discord between the right and left sides. The colours, too, suggest an abyss, something that extends beyond what’s comprehensible under the tenets of the common ground the artist feels entitled to claim as their own. Acceptance and submission! No. Better put: submission and acceptance are fighting for dominance and I’m not sure which will come out on top.” “You see all that in this work?” “I do. And I’d loathe to be told by the artist that something else lies at its core.” “In which case you’d be seeing something in it that isn’t there?” “Correct. And it’d be awful.”