The General

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'Why do I trust Hanson? Because his is embodied, emotional, affecting work driven by the urgency of the need to communicate rather than to curate ego for gain, status, prestige. You don't have to agree with what Hanson is saying, but he invites you urgently, generously to engage in dialogue. Thus too might we unfold ourselves out of our own bodies of language, renewing ourselves in the process.'

- Scott Thurston