I went to an exhibit of "Outsider Art" at LACMA with a friend, more than twenty years ago. The art was a beautiful record of creations by the certifiably insane and highlighted the similarity to known works of modern art. I felt enlightened. Then, we went to Farmer's Market to eat lunch. We sat at a table near a person who must have been certifiably insane, because he ranted and raved at imaginary personages during the entire lunch. Despite my earlier delightful acceptance of the art of the insane, I found the actual presence of an insane person to be tedious and bothersome.
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William Schaeffer
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