Yesterday while I was working a guy from another Forest Service office came in, sporting large mutton chop sideburns and a sheen of sweat.
He seemed fairly nice and conversational. 898 more words
I am an atheist, but I’ll be damned if religious imagery doesn’t get me every time. You can’t not sigh in front of Giotto or be mesmerized by Grunewald (which I will do a post on soon, he’s so fantastical) or just sort of wonder how Michelangelo did what he did (research suggests he had autism or Asbergers, which may have affected the way that he created how he did). 130 more words
The Fall of the Rebel Angels
Massacre of the Innocents
Tower of Babel
I love it when an artist has clearly staked out a niche, and then makes it entirely their own. 214 more words