The Fragmented Soul in Ensor’s Masks
In the unsettling theater of James Ensor’s imagination, faces split like fruit overripe with laughter and decay. The masks do
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Continue readingIn the mists of eternity, an island rises where time holds its breath and the soul whispers. “The Isle of
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