Artworking Franz Kafka’s The Vulture
‘…it took wing, leaned far back to gain impetus, and then, like a javelin thrower, thrust its beak through my mouth, deep into me.’ —Franz Kafka, The Vulture
I'm rethinking the art life while hacking the collective creativity gland. Get creative provocations to your box.
I blog about art and language, speed and fragmentation, truth and its absence.
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