Thoughts on Dear Esther
I am: yet what I am none cares or knows, My friends forsake me like a memory lost; I am the self-consumer of my woes, They rise and vanish in oblivious host, Like… Continue reading
I am: yet what I am none cares or knows, My friends forsake me like a memory lost; I am the self-consumer of my woes, They rise and vanish in oblivious host, Like… Continue reading
The time has come (again) to post a little of my own work and balance the ivory tower of criticising others with a bit of turtle-without-a-shell, here’s-what-I’ve-done vulnerability ;) To whit: The Angel,… Continue reading
I was considering writing about the sh[OUT] debacle up in GoMA (Gallery of Modern Art, Glasgow), especially the previous row over the interactive Bible – an open Bible, with pens alongside an invitation:… Continue reading
According to all good news sources Pope Benedict XVI is hoping to hold an art summit later in the year and has invited about 500 artists in the hopes of bridging the chasm… Continue reading