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Sober Madness
My transformation into Bacchus, the mad god, culminated in a bodily form drenched in red. Much like the dark depiction of Goyas' Saturn, his shameless violence is revealed and reflected in savagery; a visage of “immediate presence and complete remoteness, of bliss and horror, of infinite vitality and the cruelest destruction." - Walter F Otto
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