Rebekah returns, which is a kick in the nuts for the vestige of my belief that the British mainstream media is anything other than so badly damaged it needs to be taken away to the back yard and put out of its misery with a single shot, like a sadly decrepit old police horse that has done its best work.
I was brought up as a Roman Catholic but rejected the teachings early on. One thing I’ve not rejected – and I have tried really my dears – is my fascination with all of the regalia, imagery, paganism forced into the RC idolatry mould and general gorgeous kitchiness of the nasty faith. The room, on the left as you enter the Museu Mineiro is power-packed with images and statues, but also comes with…
Older readers – readers over the age of 30 probably, rather than readers who’ve been reading this blog for longer than a week – will know Ste and John from Nintendo games such as, well, Plok. Well, Plok is now a comic, and Ste inks it regularly live on Periscope before putting a speeded up version on Youtube. This week, I offered up a soundtrack and he accepted.
We bought a print by Junito Nakahara that seemed so modern that it couldn’t have been created when it was…
He didn’t always yearn for the past. He didn’t always worship the modern. He used discernment. He was prepared to make decisions and hold views. He is called a Poet of Place.
You may have noticed that I’ve got a Francis Bacon illustrating this piece.
A print from a limited edition series looking at the people of England from 2010 onwards.
Moore is a classic English curmudgeon. Someone today has already accused him of, ‘Nerd trolling’ as if that’s a bad thing…
Ageing Painter Brings Hope