“But the art in an artwork might not be located precisely where you thought it was. Perhaps it was just as much in the damage and decay as it was in the intact original. Perhaps it was in the gaps – in contemplating and rending those insults and injuries – that we find ourselves, by compassion; by bandaging, however imperfectly, those wounds. Art may be a species of faith, the assurance of things hoped for. It contains nothing so much as our wish that we persist.”
-Robert Clark
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- Dark Water: Art, Disaster and Redemption in Florence on Amazon
- Vasari’s Last Supper – Restored 50 years after the flood

The passage you highlighted reminded me of the Kodak Gallery Commercial . “Keep me. Protect me. Share me and I will live forever.”