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The 𝒜𝓇𝓉𝒾𝓈𝓉, as lavish and grandiose as their delusions, is surrounded by boxes of ‘Art Baggage’: unrealised projects they never got round to. The Art Baggage stays until the idea moves out; either forgotten or made into art. All these ideas seem ‘owed’ to the 𝒜𝓇𝓉𝒾𝓈𝓉, but conceiving them is a 𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓰𝓰𝓵𝓮. If the cycle of non-creation is perpetuated, the 𝒜𝓇𝓉𝒾𝓈𝓉 lives in their head and suffers from detachment. The 𝒜𝓇𝓉𝒾𝓈𝓉 seeks refuge in their imaginary shelter of bohemian glamour. Yet this is also an Ode, more so a lament, a mourning for all the art lost that the 𝒜𝓇𝓉𝒾𝓈𝓉™ couldn’t make.