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The Art of Honesty
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Recently while traveling for work in Chicago, I came upon an art gallery along the Magnificent Mile. I’d noticed the enormous canvas works walking by before I noticed the free entry sign at the front door and walked in. Quietly, I paced myself through the floor-to-ceiling paintings, noticing how the artist had hidden images in the paint itself in some of them. Layers of bright yellow, green and shades of pink and purple paint were outlined in thick strokes of white and black on one. I thought: “Is that smoke rising from a building?









