This is the starting point. 1288 pages.
Except its not really the starting point. But its the starting point that counts and happens between now and Christmas. I have studied art history. I have studied aesthetics. I have struggled with both in a way that I have not struggled with any other subjects I have studied. So it's a little scary. I'm telling myself I can do this thing.
I'm hoping that there is something there in the silt of my brain that tells me how to approach this and something that starts to make some better sense than it has before. Something that stirs up the silt and reveals the context of what I'm doing.
Like excavating the Mary Rose.