for want of a bigger , to paragon the little one with Artesia's length

The whole thing looked remarkably like an implacable force meeting an unflappable object.

As you continue to interact with people, participate in activities, own objects, or carry on with your habits, observe how they reflect back at you, and notice which ones bring you joy. It’s literally the strategy of Marie-Kondo-ing your life.

What exactly is an outsider artist — who typically works in isolation without training and very little exposure to art — when the phenomenon is increasingly embraced by major galleries and museums and its greatest talents have entered the canon?