Positive discomfort – aka: a visit to the Christchurch Art Gallery

From time to time I haul myself off to the Christchurch Art Gallery, because I know nothing about art. It mostly confuses me, apart from those art works that depict what I know and understand from the real world. Even with that, don’t ask me to discern between ‘good’ art and ‘bad’ art, because I …

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