Seriously folks, look at this masterpiece. I cannot tell who is doing the real looking here. The audience at the conundrum that is Celly Cel and the tension between his head and his body. Or Cel himself at the audience, defying them to point out said tension. One assumes that the artist is aware of the palpible yet not wholly tangible rift between Cel's head and his body, and in that gaping chasm the viewers mind is plunged far into the depths of the image until they find themselves gasping at the shores of their OWN PSYCHE. Truly the truth is to be found here somewhere. Somewhere in, as Harlan Ellison called it, THE REGION BETWEEN.Also this shit is as lame as this Kevin Eubanks cover:
Grade: A/F
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