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For those of you who have wondered about his absence, I have sent the little bird from New York given recent events. Given his [...] ability to unwittingly step into the middle of things that he shouldn't, I figured it was safer for him.

It is with great pleasure that I am inviting all Kindred of New York to witness the rebirth of the Circulatory System as we know it. A timely change, in view of the increasingly dangerous times that we currently live in.

There will be a formal tasting session on the 28th of this month, held at the Blue Velvet, courtesy of our lovely Keeper. We hope to see you there!

I take this time to thank the Prince, Sheriff, and Hounds for doing their due diligence and bringing the vandals to justice. Although it cannot bring the lost legacies back, one can hope it will not happen again.

As for the artists affected by this matter, you will be receiving a cheque in a few weeks for the estimated value of your works. I understand it cannot replace the sentimental value but perhaps it will lighten some burden for you.

Lovely sentiments from our Prince. And now it is my turn, my loves.

I am working on organizing a Salon. I have some artists signed and ready. Kine even! Très choquant, I know, but I do not discriminate when I see talent. So, a few kine have been brought into my future salon and now I extend the offer to Kindred of any kind. The space won't be ready for a little while but now is the time to pick and choose which pieces you wish to display! Those who wish to display during this event should leave their personal contact information and one of my retainers will contact you with the size of the designated areas.

I must speak, for a moment, on Zdzisław Beksiński. What a tragic figure of the art world and a tormented genius - though I suppose, are they not all? Untrained but passionate, fueled by music and unable to stand the desolation of silence. Quoted as saying "I wish to paint in such a manner as if I were photographing dreams," he believed the almost horrifying depictions of unusual landscapes and skeletal bodies were actually hopeful, uplifting, humorous. I do not know if I agree but art is, of course, in the eye of the beholder and Master Beksiński would agree as he cared not for interpretations - even from himself.

It is quite a bold statement in the art world to dismiss interpretation as vehemently as he did, to dislike it so much that one would refuse to hear a single word of it but I tend to enjoy this. Art simply does not have to mean anything at all and those that cannot accept this fact will be miserable until the day they die. As the kids say, that is my hot take. Do not "at" me.

His was a tragic end as they so often are. His wife passed on followed closely by his son in a true tragedy. As if that was not enough, he was then murdered in his own home by a foolish child in an act of rage.

And I am obsessed. I have been since I discovered his works in the mid-90s. Although I have seen them all so many times, I have never lost my interest in his unusual use of line and striking colors. I shall now share some of my favorites ending with my absolute favorite.

( OOC: Maybe be a bit disturbing to some. )

I'm still trying to figure out what vintage blood is.