This is my Bangladesh, where some of our children paints on the canvas and some paint on our shoes. A long pause of silence lies in my throat.
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All art is a kind of confession, more or less oblique. All artists, if they are to survive, are forced, at last, to tell the whole story; to vomit the anguish up.
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