The word ‘fine’ is largely unde(fine)able.
No children. Well then what is to be done with all my things when I am gone?
But what of all that I have created? What of all my work? What does it matter?
Stalin’s son actually shot himself, for obvious reasons. For not so obvious of reasons, he survived.
Cave drawing to come. Synthesis. Sort of.
I included a picture of Thomas Hart Benton because I wanted to paint a painter. Well. Not literally.