The War of Art
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I turned to the second photograph. It was Guernica again. It was vandalized again, but this time by someone who had charitably done his handiwork on the photo instead of the picture itself. Now a speech cloud with a tail, like those used in comics, emanated from the pointed tongue of the horse that dominates the work's central panel. It spanned most of the painting in length, this time covering the mother's face and sparing the child's. It contained seven words, written calligraphically in red:
- Equestrians know
I felt as if the espresso had exploded in my stomach, sending reconstituted coffee beans in all directions, like a napalm bomb...
Murder. This is what little Marcel was telling me, not so subtly.
About the Author
Philip Blackpeat is the pseudonym of a lawyer whose practice has nothing whatsoever to do with the exploits of Philip Melanchthon. He lives in Washington, D.C. with his beloved wife.