Welcome to Tarquinius W. Peterson’s Fantastical Guide to the World of Art. This week we are uncovering … An Edward Hopper, not Dennis Hopper as mentioned last week (he was six-years-old when Edward painted Nighthawks), I…
Tarquinius W. Peterson, the renowned creative commentator and art historian, is a university educated and well-read critic of art and accruer of arty pictures and sculptured objets. T.W.P. 2018 Awarded a government maintenance grant, I…
Paul Gustave Fischer, (1860-1934) Copenhagen tram s.d. Puff, puff on his fat cigar, This time, he’s gone too far. “How embarrassing, I should jump, I’m an old fool, a silly chump.” 50 dollars! Oh,…
It’s really very important not to over-stress, Try not to do more, but attempt to do less, Being calm and relaxed is the way to impress, Take a jaunt on the Cornish Riviera Express. If…
Lock the door, throw away the key, You’re safe outside, not here with me. I’m happy inside, an empty room, all alone, Theories orchestrated, debated, ideas grown. A den of defiance, stable of sublime, Parlour…
‘Neh, sire, tis you, sire, ‘tis you who has to walk, For ‘tis you, sire, the liar, With one leg, the stork.’ ‘Shiver mi wotsits, capt’n, I’m innocent of that crime, No idea how…
Another sip of freshly-pressed coffee, as feet pace around the kitchen and into the study. There’s a chill underfoot when emigrating from warm under-floor ceramic heat to room temperature carpet. A fragrant woollen floor covering…
The weather Gods are frantic with their hailstorm task. The bouncy-ball-sized ice smash downwards through the flashing clouds. It’s a surprise they don’t crash into each other. I guess that’s why they are the Gods….
What a familiar view! This place I know. Do you? Early evening silhouetting, orangey-pink sun is setting, Lights sparkling, on show, the whole town a warm glow, Coming alive, so strong, night-time liquor and happy…
It’s raining; it always rains on pickup day. Especially on this estate, and especially onto these blocks of flats. No wonder they are all coloured grey, any colour has long washed away. It’s as…