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While walking around the Whitney I experienced a flash of hate for an artist whose work was on display. The feeling passed as I realized how much I loved the piece I was looking at.
It’s starting to feel good acknowledging someone else’s success. I feel like I can finally recognize being surrounded by artists, critics and the general public, and my longing to belong.
