The end. That’s it, here it is, we’ve arrived, we’ve come to Z here in the A is for Artist series. From now on you’ll have to dig up new artists for yourselves. Perhaps you’re worried; how will you feed your eyes? They’ll go thin and fall out. One will roll under the couch and get covered in hair. It’s partner, you catch, but now you’re doomed to hold it in your palm forever, like a witch in a greek myth. Don’t fret, we’ve been addicted a long, long time, and our eyes remain plump and happy. What we’ve shared is just the beginning. A rabbit hole down to the center of the earth and back. Well that last bit is a lie, I don’t think you can get back. No matter, down here it’s warm with company.