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Michelangelo's nose drips onto the Sistine Chapel's angelic ceiling. Vincent anguishes
over his turbulent sky.
Why this urge to be higher? Below, a change in the valley
requires a recognition of history, an archaeology of the soul, a digging into the ruins,
re-collecting
the vision of a unicorn; or is it a familiar white horse standing at the bottom
of the hill?