The title leaped out from a print found at this great show and lodged in my brain. The print can be seen in the Chicago Printmakers Collaborative...an amazing, idiosyncratic little place lodged underneath the Western el stop.
Something about art just gets me...I know that's what it is supposed to do but it seems, at least to me, that it gets at a deeper level under my mental skin than it does with most people. Not every work I see does this but those that do, really, really do. Once again, maybe my heightened sensitivity to art has something to do with the off-kilter neurochemistry that aggravates my depression.
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