When one falls in love, one is, in a sense, completely broken, and then put back together; feelings about oneself and one's life re-arranged. This can result in something happening that is rather beautiful, a Grayson Perry moment if you will - Perry has, in the past, made new art out of deconstruction. It can also result in something rather terrible if said love dies, and/or goes unrequited; a grotesque reconstruction that simply doesn't fit together as it used to - you might call this doing a Wyndham-Lewis.
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