When color is spilled unintentionally, does it still count as Art? Or is it particularly then that inspiration kicks in, rising above our most labored efforts?

"The Memory of Pain": She is here, and yet she is not. Eyes closed, the present is no longer in existence. Swept away by a memory, she is in a different place, a different time, fighting off the pain.

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