George W. Bush’s face gets swept over with real love and wonder, and some spry sense of flirtation with his own untapped genius, whenever he talks about painting.
There is nothing more ironic, stupefying, hilarious, unjust, poetic, infuriating…
I keep thinking of the scene where Hamlet is about to murder his stepfather, but finds him praying.

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Parede Azul [Blue Wall], 1998 by Lia Mascarenha Menna Barreto
if only…](http://24.media.tumblr.com/c07d49a0ff951bf388f67b4f0070c19b/tumblr_mlyz78QFtP1qadx22o1_r2_500.jpg)







