Which way, Western artist?

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  • Published 20240206
  • ISBN: 978-1-922212-92-4
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Michael Zavros, Bad Dad 2013, oil on canvas, 110 x 150 cm


INSIDE YOU THERE are two wolves. Their names are Mark Fisher and Camille Paglia. They are the only ‘philosophers’ you have read and basically understood. 

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