I Remember – #704

I remember reading Yukio Mishima and struggling to separate the art from the artist.  I admired his work while remaining saddened by the way his life had turned out.  These days, I don’t care a whit for what the artist did, I only care for their art.

-25 August 2016

This post is part of the I Remember series.

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