Nothing recent here, I know. Apologies. (Energy has been spent elsewhere, on my other blog, which readers of this one are unlikely to find of interest.) … 375 more words
1 month, 2 weeks ago
From Perfume to Birdsong
The following notes are paraphrased in note form for my own use from Robin Ironsides’s critical study of painting in Britain since 1939.
Sutherland is a painter of landscape but his mountains burning at sundown are the… 202 more words
2 years, 2 months ago
Just as the junk mailers start to tempt me into sheltered accommodation for the elderly and doctors line up to plot my graph into decline, an ageist thunderclap splits the certainty of the Universe. 356 more words
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