I was sitting at a round table with fourteen older men.
A large hospital tea pot sat in the middle of the table, full of tea leaves and very black tea.
The conversation consisted of the notion that one of the men was Jesus Christ.
I knew I was not Jesus Christ and I knew none of them were Jesus Christ.
I did not know if I was going to get out and sat alone in silence.

Louise Bourgeois once said 'ART IS A GUARANTY OF SANITY' and for me, it is.

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