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	<title>Jonathan Greenbank</title>
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	<description>The Artist</description>
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		<title>This is the end.</title>
		<link>http://www.jonathangreenbank.com/archives/347</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Aug 2010 20:27:34 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>arkxrzlizmff</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[This installation evidences the journey from a fortune cookie message to life-changing surgery, and everything in between: the artist playing detective, his documenting the truth or otherwise in seven palm-reading predictions and his contacting long-lost relatives from across the world&#8230;

My work is concerned with multiple approaches to narrative: autobiographical, fusing fact with fiction, constructing identities, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Post Script</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Aug 2010 11:04:25 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>arkxrzlizmff</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[I A Y T E W B OK]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[The Future is in your Hands]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Wanting a fitting climax to this chapter, he felt he had little alternative but to revisit the place where the chapter itself began.
A year and a week after the first trip, it was back to the seaside town that they forgot to shut down, where every day is like sunday. Morecambe always held a special [...]]]></description>
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		<title>July</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Aug 2010 14:57:28 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>arkxrzlizmff</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The twelfth month ended as the first began, with a strange looking bird telling me my fortune.
For most of July, I was slowly adjusting to life with good vision. Halfway through the month I discovered a friend I&#8217;d not spoken to for a while had had the exact same procedure a couple of months before [...]]]></description>
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