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| Art is a harsh Mistress, I serve Her. You may serve me, I am not so bad.
I am an artist, you are my muse.
When I draw you, the charcoal will be as fingernails against a chalkboard.
When I paint you, the paint on canvas will be as licked on by kittens.
You will know the pain of being still.
You will know humility through your nakedness.
This is the joy I offer in service to me and my Mistress.
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