Dawn Blanchfield sent me a postcard, and not just any postcard. She personally painted and sent me art:
I love it. It makes me think about night in a strange city where there is maybe an explosion on the streets below of some kind and there are probably superheroes like Spiderman rushing in to sort matters out, because look at that sky, and also pianos and bones.
I never said I was an art critic. I just know what I like.