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Showing posts with label Painting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Painting. Show all posts

Monday, March 14, 2011

Julian Ayrs...News Release! Artist returns to roots!



 

NEWS RELEASE




After engaging in a handful of artistic pursuits over the past decade or so – Canadian-born painter Julian Ayrs (and well-known blogger) – has returned to his roots.

“During a recent trip to San Francisco, I was inspired to take up the brush again,” he enthused in a recent interview.

Ayrs is currently working on a spanking-new series of paintings – crafted in pencil, chalk and water color – that is appropriately titled:

“Color, Spirit, and Light"

“The creations sprang up from an inner joy I experienced in recent days during a vacation to the picturesque tourist mecca. I find that San Francisco is very conducive to the creative spirit.”

Ayrs first exhibited his fine line drawings and sketches at Rochdale College in the fall of 1968 in his hometown (Toronto/Canada) @ 341 Bloor West.

A group show followed at the prestigious Galerie Allen in Gastown the following fall when he relocated to the West Coast of Canada.

The young painter's work was well-received by the local art community and noted art critics such as respected Joan Lowndes at the Vancouver Sun (Southam News).

A one-man exhibition of major pieces followed in March (1972).

In 1972 Ayrs was also commissioned to create street kiosks for the downtown core in Vancouver (B.C.).

The following year, the city also purchased a handful of original paintings to enliven the halls of public buildings and government offices.

A brief stint in New York City - and a tunnelful of images in the city's underground subway - inspired a series of graffiti paintings which were summarily unveiled at the tony Contemporary Royale Gallery (owned by high-flying financier Nelson Skalbania) in 1974.

The Vancouver Sun profiled Ayrs in a feature in the afternoon daily (reference/Holyoak).

For a brief period, Julian tried his hand at model ling. His face has graced the pages of slick ads for American Express, the Hudson Bay Company, T. Eaton Company, and Datsun.

In 1983, Ayrs jumped at the chance to pursue his literary interests once again, when he was offered a column in the Province Newspaper (Southam News).

Ayrs regular feature - "Dressing Right" (which focused on menswear and fashion) - appeared in the morning paper for a year-or-so before Ayrs up and moved to the U.S. to pursue an acting career.

Ayrs was first published by Coach House Press (IS.8/Victor Coleman/Editor) in 1968.

A short story - "Cottage Cheese" - was purchased for broadcast by CBC Radio in 1972 (Robert Chesterman/Producer).

Shortly after arriving in Los Angeles, Ayrs became a member of the Screen Actors Guild, and began landing acting jobs in Hollywood.

Julian first starred in the one-act play - The Marriage Proposal - by Anton Chekhov.

He was given the nod with an "Award of Merit" by Simpsons Drama Festival jurors early on in his budding career.

In Hollywood, the struggling actor managed to land a few bit parts on the popular TV sitcom "Murphy Brown", the comedy variety-show hit "In Living Color", and highly-rated daytime soap operas such as "General Hospital" and the "Young & the Restless".

For a period of approximately two years, Ayrs was also a Literary Agent representing screenwriters at Roy Wallack & Associates and the Camille Sorice Agency (both SAG franchised agents) respectively.

During his tenure at Wallack, Tom Hank's film production office invited Ayrs to submit story ideas for projects, with the specific aim of changing the actor's "Big" image, and the express hope that the rising star stretch his acting "muscles".

A scripted idea for an A.I.D.S. drama (conceived by Julian) was originally rejected by Hanks ("who didn't want to do an A.I.D.S. feature at the time) but later embraced for some inexplicable reason.

During the first season of Fox's reality show - "On the Lot" - which focused on fledgling filmmakers (Steven Spielberg/Executive Producer) - Ayrs was invited to pen a blog.

Ayrs' posts were often featured on the main homepage, and subsequently, he drummed a huge reader base interested in his daily musings on celebrities, show business-in-general, and what-have-you.

When the experimental night-time bill-of-fare was can celled, Ayrs moved over to Google, and started up his own blog which became known as "The Tattler".

Today, the Tattler has made Mr. Ayrs one of the world's best-known bloggers in the world (recognized at high-profile red-carpet events, in the bustling streets among the common folk, etc.)

http://www.ijulian.blogspot.com/

Daily, avid readers surf to the current highly-ranked site to peruse movie reviews, reports on celebrity figures, and catch up on his - at times controversial - social and political commentaries (with a main thrust on Pop Culture).

Ayrs intends to exhibit his new series of paintings in the near future in San Francisco, Los Angeles, and New York.

CONTACT

JULIAN AYRS

Telephone

310.929-1445

e-mail

i.julian@yahoo.com

BLOG

http://www.ijulian.blogspot.com





Art is first love!



Sunday, September 12, 2010

Vancouver Art Scene...circa 1970's! Talented Jack Shadbolt, Bau-Xi Gallery, & moi!






Jack Shadbolt & Butterfly






In my youth, I toiled away in my studio in Vancouver, determined to become the next Pablo Picasso.

Like the master of the canvas, I was also an abstract expressionist, keen on texture, heavily built-up surfaces, and prone to utilize unusual materials to effect the visuals I was attempting to bring to life on the canvasses.

A scrap of corrugated cardboard discarded in the trash might catch my eye and end up as the focal point in one of my passionate creations.

In the early days, the major gallery scene was in Gastown before it shifted up to the lower Granville Street area.

Back in 1972, I was part of a successful group show which featured a handful of promising of artists, which was installed at the Galerie Allen.

On that occasion, I received my first professional art review by local critic Joan Lowndes.

Ytte Allen - the director &  owner of the boutique-style gallery - was a tall pretty woman determined to single-handed turn the sleepy little seaside town into a major International art scene.

But, it was a tough row to hoe.

With a potent glass or two of vintage wine coursing her over-sexed veins - without warning - she would transform into a dragon lady who often cornered locals and business owners with a bit of arm-twisting if necessary to push sales.

Her approach - even if the rendering was a mere lithograph - was that the coveted purchase was an investment for the future.

The well-heeled Vancouver crowd turned out for the openings to see and be seen, sip on a sherry and snack on crackers and imported cheese - even chat up other art-lovers - while the paintings remained a pretty backdrop that were often glanced over but rarely taken too seriously as cultural must-haves.

Yes, in those heady days of the burgeoning art scene on the West Coast, the sales were slow-going.

If Ms. Allen landed a sale of a Dali print or two, that was considered a coup.

The elite on the West Coast admitted they didn’t know much about Art, but knew what they liked!

Where have I heard that one before?

At that time, it infuriated me that buyers would spring for a Robert Davidson canvas, but pass on an important American painter like Jim Dine or Rothko.

Davidson’s paintings - which consisted of a labyrinth of trippy images which favored a dark palette - reminded me of what a stoned hippie might dredge up when wiped out on a potent joint or pungent rock of hashish.

Hideous.

There’s nothing worse than an art collector with a lot of  moolah and no taste!

Shortly after I unveiled a one-man exhibition at Galerie Allen (1974) - and local Arts Patron Rosemary Poll (a lovely woman) signed on as a silent partner more-or-less - I ended up parting ways with the emotional Dane after she urged me to “paint on the right side of the paper.”

At the time, I was experimenting with the idea of “transparency”, and created a couple of unique pieces that were to be framed in such a way as to allow the art work to viewed from both sides.

The notion was wild and un-artist-like to Allen.

She was in for a rude awakening - and forced to eat crow - when I pointed out that a couple of her darlings in the art world experimented with major works along the same lines, too.

About that time, I submitted a couple of paintings to a City Commission set up to hire a handful of artists to create pieces to be housed in Government buildings around the lower mainland.

Jack Shadbolt - who was married to Doris (the well-respected director of the Vancouver Art Gallery at the time) was one of the established artists selected to judge the works.

Shadbolt, who was a mainstay at the Bau-xi Gallery (a prestigious outlet for artists I pined to be part of), was also a teacher for many years in the Vancouver area.

Over the decades, Mr. Shadbolt experimented with various styles of painting - but it was not until he developed the metamorphosis series - that I came to appreciate his creative efforts.

Mr. Shadbolt was clever (as my artist pal Les might grumble in passing), prone to be influenced by other popular artists (he often copied or borrowed bits and pieces from their styles), and often took the safe road which ended up stifling his creative potential.

In spite of that, Shadbolt became one of Vancouver’s top celebrated artists.

Needless to say, I expected a little professional jealousy when he surveyed my own work for a potential commission, and was pleasantly surprised - when he elected instead - to give my original painterly style a nod.

On the heels of that decision, I delivered up four major art works, that were summarily installed in the corridors of power in City buildings around the lower mainland.

Doris Shadbolt, was a generous woman, who often included me in multi-media shows at the gallery (which I was thankful for since I was just starting out).when the opportunity arose.

For a brief stint after that period, I resided in NYC (yes, the Big Apple), and returned home quite inspired.

In 1974, I crossed paths with Art Collectors - Audrey & Nelson Skalbania - who generously funded a one-man exhibition for me at the Contemporary Royale Gallery.

The series of paintings were coined from the subways of the underground in Manhattan.

Post:  03/03/09

http://ijulian.blogspot.com/2009/03/nelson-skalbaniawheeler-dealer-with.html

A profile appeared in the Vancouver Sun.

Unfortunately, I hung up my brushes - and packed away my paints - when I moved to California to pursue an acting career in Hollywood.

To this day, I often toy with the idea of setting up shop once again, and turning out a series of new paintings.

About two years ago, I framed a dozen or so small pieces with that in mind, but before they saw the light of day the whole lot was stolen by employees at Kitsilano storage facility.

I expect years from now, if they turn up in private or public collections, I shall have to make a legal bid to recover the pieces which were some of my finest creations to date at that time.

Over the past couple of years, my “canvasses” tend to be those mixed-media posts that I daily design and publish on my Tattler and Pop Culture web sites.

The medium, after all, allows me to express myself in a myriad of ways that I could never hope to accomplish on a lone canvas.

Indeed, the rich media - and multi-faceted software - has allowed me to project dynamic visual lay-outs that have delighted and entertained the teaming masses cruising to my web pages for the past three years or so.

For a short while, I maintained an online gallery, and may be inspired to take up the task once again once I get cracking in the studio again.

What will materialize on the canvas at that time remains a total mystery to me.

But, when the moment of inspiration arises - watch out - I’ll be painting up a storm that Picasso would be envious of.



Vancouver Art Gallery
(reference to Georgia St. location)

Saturday, March 20, 2010

San Francisco...art in Union Square today! Hand-picked fruit @ market a great treat...








Out for a morning stroll, I stumbled across an art show in full swing at Union Square.

While the bulk of the creative renderings on stretched canvas tended to focus on familiar local terrain - such as bird's eye views of the quaint cable cars on Nob Hill and breath-taking panoramas of picturesque San Francisco Bay - a few artists had gone their own way.

One painter I struck up a conversation with was exhibiting striking highly-stylized landscapes of quaint Chinese villages for instance.

Another gentleman's canvases of stick figures were quite light and whimsical - well-crafted - too.

Included in the mix, was an eye-catching array of slick black & white photographs, elegant examples of sculpture in-the-round portable enough to tow around, and one-of-a-kind original works of art that may be investment-worthy for the astute collector.

I spied one couple scouring the exhibition for just the right piece for their new digs.

"I'd like to go with natural colors," I overhead the petite art-lover whisper to her mate nearby.

Just betcha, they'll find what they're looking for here.

After a quick gander at the remainder of the paintings, I headed off down the street to an open market off Grant Street in the heart of Chinatown.

Fortunately, the comfortable (out-of-the-way) economical Hotel I am firmly ensconced in, has provided a microwave and mini-fridge.

So, I intend to take a cue from Kirstie Alley (star of "The Big Life") this week, and stock up on delicious nutritious fruits and fresh vegetables - which I can prepare myself - with the ultimate aim of slimming down a pound or two.

The three flights of stairs I have to climb up daily may help!

And, since there is unlimited Wifi access in my Hotel suite, I'll be able to hunker down  - and pen a few posts - as I channel surf and catch up on the scuttlebutt on TMZ, Inside Edition, 360, and so forth and so on.

What a charmed life I lead, eh?


Lively Union Square uplifts spirits!




Wednesday, January 20, 2010

The Art of the Steal...Barnes Collection scandal! Power & greed saga in Philadelphia...


Matisse painting at heart of power struggle!







The "Art of the Steal" is an absorbing tale about the intrigues surrounding a billion-dollar art collection, the astute art-lover who painstakingly pieced the celebrated canvasses together over the course of his idyllic life, and a gang of big-city culture thugs out to wrest the spoils of his labor from their resting place in a gem of a museum with the express intent of capitalizing on the masterpieces.

Of course, I am referring to the Barnes collection of post-impressionist paintings, which is second to none anywhere on the planet.

In spite of the fact the documentary (prouduced by 9.14 pictures) is fairly pedestrian in approach (with occasional creative flourishes here and there to break the monotony) it is the subject matter that is downright fascinating.

I should preface this post by noting that I started my professional career as a "painter".

During my teens and twenties (during a particularly creative period) I exhibited a series or two of  abstract-expressionist paintings and fine line drawings in a myriad of art institutions; hence, I have first-hand knowledge of the gallery and museum scene.

In a nutshell, the film is basically a morality tale about greed and power.

In the opening scenes, the producers of this slick documentary, introduce filmgoers to Albert C. Barnes, a brilliant academic with a keen eye for art.

Shortly after Dr. Barnes discovered a treatment for veneral disease a few decades ago (by virtue of a drug named Argypol) he proceeded to embark on his quest to start-up a significant art collection from the spoils of his profit-making medical venture.

As luck would have it, Barnes was fortunate to cross paths with a handful of up-and-coming impressionist painters on overseas jaunts to Europe - Picasso and Matisse - for instance.

At a time when the art world - major museums, in particular - were focusing elsewhere on acquisitions for their permanent installations, Barnes snapped up canvasses that appealed to his artistic sensibilities at a time when the market was wide open.

In fact, Barnes - a Johnny-on-the-spot of sorts - was able to snatch up key pieces (best examples of painter's styles) for literally a song.

Once the diverse pieces began to stack up, the visionary collector  proceeded to build a museum to house the one-of-a-kind masterpieces.

The Barnes Foundation was subsequently founded in 1922.


Unlike a museum or gallery that tended to mount canvasses according to style and period, Barnes elected to focus on their stature instead; subsequently, he arranged them according to aesthetic value.

Over time, the walls were adorned with priceless works, he literally hung himself.

As a result, scholars collectors and academics hailed the museum  setting as a remarkable personal cultural experience.

From the start, Barnes vowed to cause an uproar in the social circles he abhorred.

Of course, that  didn't curry much favor with the Philadelphia elite who were the target of his acid barbs.

For example, he accused Philadelphia insiders of running a house of artistic and intellectual prostitution.

So, early on, Barnes created arch foes who plotted against him, thereafter.

A handful of his most staunch critics responded, for instance, by denouncing his paintings as "nasty" "debased" works of art that were downright "primitive".

For this reason, the discerning collector - with amazing taste - taunted his rivals to just try to get their hands on his priceless collection (which an Investure Trust would protect from beyond the grave in the event of his untimely demise. Or, so he thought).

It must have stung his harshest opponents when Matisse opined:

"The Barnes Museum is the only sane place in America to view art."

The collection boasts Cezanne's renowned "Card Players", a handful of exquisite Serault models, Matisse's remarkable LA DANCE (possibly worth a billion plus dollars in value if not simply priceless), and numerous Picassos, Van Goghs, etc.


In his mind, Barnes envisioned (and thereafter created &  sustained) an institution where students could study, art-lovers teach, and collectors indulge their artistic sensibilities.

The fussy connoisseur expected to raise the bar in respect to - not only the value of art - but its purpose in daily life.

Unfortunately, over time, Barnes incurred the wrath of a handful of the local power elite.

For starters, he began to bump heads with Walter Annenberg and his family, which owned the all-powerful mainstay daily in Philadelphia.

When Moses Annenberg (allegedly a gangster) was brought up on charges of tax evasion, Barnes ridiculed son Walter about his father's shortcomings.

Walter Annenberg never forgave the democrats for pursing his father so relentlessly, either.

Barnes didn't help matters when he posted notices around the museum which labelled his enemies basic whores and exploiters of art out for vulgar personal, professional, and monetary gains.

He slurred the locals when he referred to Philadelphia as an intellectual slum (which didn't help matters much after that).

Early on, two or three days during the course of the week were slated for art classes, while the  remaining few were allotted for public visits by art-lovers, collectors, and scholars (by appointment.only)

After Barnes died suddenly in a fatal auto crash and the museum directorship was handed over to one of his dedicated disciples - Violette De Mazia (a good friend & confidante) - Annenberg and the Philadelphia Inquirer began to criticize the museum (going so far as to allege that the Barnes facility was not meeting its mandate pursuant to its tax exempt status).

Angered at what they viewed as a snobby attitude about art and the institution that housed it, critics conspired to break down the halls, and go for control of the celebrated collection.

Shortly after a newspaper article reported that the Barnes Museum was violating its tax status, the museum relented and began to schedule regular viewings for tourists, art lovers, and the like (who pined to get inside the doors and gaze upon the priceless works of art).

At this juncture, what was once a peaceful setting in the suburbs, erupted into a a storm of controversy when busloads of art-lovers and lookie-loo's roared into the neighborhood and upset the once-tranquil historic streets.

Enemies rubbed their hands with glee; after all, they were plotting to shut-down the museum.

Ah, just the ammunition they needed!

In addition to the neighborhood problems surfacing daily, opponents argued that unless authorities stepped in and took charge, the rare collection would be at risk of damage since the old museum was allegedly in a bad state of disrepair.

Their vision?

A permanent installation at the Philadelphia Art Gallery downtown.

Although some thought the "Barnes Investure" was iron clad, there was a loophole which the enemies of Barnes blasted wide open.


Violette de Mazia faithfully remained at the helm for about thirty years and carried out Barnes' wishes to a "t".

Indeed, the Museum flourished and gained respect in its capacity as a school and major art collection of undisputed value around the globe under her tutelage.

But, upon her death, the control of the Museum was unfortunately transferred to Lincoln University according to the last wishes of Barnes.

At this juncture, the roof literally tumbled down, when an ambitious lawyer was installed as head of the non-profit foundation.

At his bidding, Annenberg was invited into the fold, and the two began plotting.

Although the will specifically stated that the collection must never be lent out - or be exploited solely to reap financial benefit - the clever lawyer found a technicality to further his cause.

On the grounds that the Museum needed funding for renovations and operating costs, he convinced a court to permit the Barnes Collection to go on tour (which ended up being a landmark Art event of the century which rustled up staggerings profits right out of the starters gate).

Now, the big surge was on to shut down the Barnes Museum and install the collection permanently at the Philaelphia Art Gallery.

Now, things got diabolical, to say the least.

The potboiler shifts into high gear as the documentary focuses on the court proceedings, power-plays made by city officials and the Directors at PEW (one of three foundations now in charge of the Barnes Collection), and the long drawn-out public outcry from Barnes supporters and respected Art establishments around the country.

The documentary catches all the maneuverings - and treacherous transparent plot twists, too - in intense on-the-edge-of-your-seat detail.

Curiously - with exception to  the Mayor - the "bad guys" singled out as the perpetrators of the" largest theft of art in this century" - would not utter a word in their own defense on camera (or even on record for that matter).

Not surprising; after all, the allegations were shocking.

All the documented evidence was pretty incriminating, too

In court, PEW's legal eagles alleged that the sole reason for wanting to transfer the art pieces was due to the fact there were insufficient funds to continue to safely and professionally display the art at the Barnes Museum.

Also, they boldly asserted that the museum could not operate properly because of limitations imposed by the city in respect to viewing hours.

There was also a question raised about insufficient parking.

The Barnes supporters countered that arrangements had been made to extend the hours of daily operation, build a much-needed parking structure, and secure sufficient funds to operate more comfortably.

But, the smoking gun was staggering!

One of the witnesses testified that he uncovered a fund written into the state budget that would provide $100 million dollars for the Barnes to be funded and housed at the Philadelphia Art Museum.

Curiously, the Judge was not informed of this little detail when PEW (and others) originally filed their motion with the court to shut down the Barnes Museum for altruistic reasons.

If there was $100 million in the kitty, obviously there were enough funds available for the Barnes to carry on.

More intriguing perhaps was the disclosure that an investigation was unable to determine - who applied for the $100 million, who approved it, and how it ended up being written into the state budget - with no one's apparent knowledge.

Yes, I suppose God does work in mysterious ways, eh?

But, the plot thickened.

The Barnes ) supporters accused PEW (currently in charge of the Barnes Collection by court order) of making a grab for the Barnes Collection in a deceitful effort to change their private foundation status to a non-profit.

Although PEW denied the charge vehemently, IRS documents confirmed that the Barnes Collection was - in fact - cited as grounds for a change of tax status in their legal paperwork filed with IRS officials.

Although the Barnes supporters were hopeful that the Judge would swing his ruling their way - especially after PEW'S dastardly deeds were reported to the court (with supporting documentary evidence) - the end results were disheartening.

In sum, the Judge ruled that "the friends" of Barnes had no legal standing; consequently, his honor denied their motion (request) to overturn the earlier decision which allowed the collection to be moved lock, stock, and barrel to a new gallery space at the Philadelphia Art Museum.

"They're going to turn it into the McBarnes Collection," some lamented, after the ruling was handed down.

Yup, they intend to serve up the art experience, like fast-food.

To many, the whole cultural experience - until now a unique one at the Barnes Museum - will be lost.

Worse than that, the art  thieves have not only violated Barnes last wishes, but spirited away the collection to bolster their own selfish greedy ends.

In the final analysis, it appears that the high and mighty operate above the law without  fear of recrimination.

In sum, power corrupts!



Portrait of Barnes mulling over his priceless collection!



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Footnote

Please note that on the heels of this post being published @ the Tattler - a PEW representative contacted me by e-mail - and noted that the Charitable Trust has posted a rebuttal to the allegations at their web site.

To be fair, I penned an update on the issues, at the Tattler site.

Link:


Monday, June 16, 2008

CineVegas Film Festival...Ed Moses to appear at panel on Cool School documentary!


Ed Moses, a celebrated American painter born in Long Beach in 1926, is appearing for a panel discussion after a screening of the documentary - "The Cool School" - tomorrow at the CineVegas Film Festival.

"The Cool School" documents the scene at the legendary Ferus Gallery which exhibited a handful of artists who rose up from the dynamic Los Angeles art scene to become a few of the most celebrated artists in America.

The doc includes raw footage from original art openings and outspoken interviews from a cross-section of visionary artists.

Festival organizers promise that the "Cool School" will provide a solid foundation from which to fathom the distinctive creative "style" conjured up by the legendary gallery artists.

In addition, there will be a lot of behind-the-scenes "dirt" offered up on a silver platter to titillate the curious.

Ed Moses has savored a fifty-year career as a noted non-objective and abstract artist.

He first unveiled his work in 1949 and was part of the original group of artists from the Ferus Gallery who exhibited their work in 1957.

Later, Moses’s career was the subject of a major retrospective at the Museum of Contemporary Art in 1996.

"I'm a painter, inventive, activated. An abstract painting is not a reference; it's not a picture; it's a perception of the painting. It goes back to Barnett Newman's Who's Afraid of Red, Yellow, and Blue?"

Art historians have argued that his paintings are important for a myriad of reasons.

"They are a conceptual ideal of an abstract painting, existing on a two-dimensional plane. They are not painterly paintings, not painted by hand. They are the physical evidence of an abstract painting as a physical phenomenon. They have no reference nor do they exist as a referent to anything other than how they visually exist.

A number of film buffs at the CineVegas Film Festival were quite surprised to happen across the unassuming Moses - an easy-going down-to-earth gent - as he mixed and mingled in the lounge at the Palms Hotel.

In part, his style is made recognizable by virtue of the fact he seldom uses a brush - instead - preferring to stain, knife, splash and facilitate tape and snap lines to achieve straight lines.

He is also known for a series of coastal architectural drawings.

For the most part, the innovative painter was inclined to exhaustively experiment with his materials.

In fact, Moses has been critically acclaimed for his bold composition and innovation.

In his senior years, he remains a high-profile fixture on the Los Angeles art scene, and is respected for his inventiveness as an artist and his attentiveness to new developments in contemporary art.

The artwork of Ed Moses has appeared in numerous exhibitions around the world.

His coveted pieces are housed in prestigious collections at the Los Angeles County Museum of Art, The Art Institute of Chicago, the Menil Foundation, the Museum of Modern Art, The Corcoran Gallery of Art, the Philadelphia Museum of Art and the Whitney Museum of American Art, among others.

Catch him if you can at the CineVegas film festival.

Aristophanes once said:

"Let each man exercise the art he knows."


 
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