This is ridiculous, really. Update! It’s been so long. Is there an antonym for update: unupdated? Or is downdated? Down rated more like, or downgraded, could fit the bill for sure. Rebooted, relaunched, resurrected! Everyone’s doing it, Lana Wachowski returns […]
Read MoreWelcome to Tarquinius W. Peterson’s Fantastical Guide to the World of Art. This week we are uncovering … The Scream by Edvard Munch, 1893 Everyone knows this artwork, but that’s not surprising, as several, several copies exist today. By copies, […]
Read MoreWelcome, once again, to Tarquinius W. Peterson’s Fantastical Guide to the World of Art. This week we are uncovering … One of the most amazing frescoes ever, clings to the wall of Milan’s Church and Convent of Santa Maria delle […]
Read MoreWelcome 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 don’t know who mentioned Dennis, […]
Read MoreTarquinius 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 studied at the Berkshire College […]
Read MorePaul 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, what a mistake, Surely one […]
Read MoreIt’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 life drags you down and […]
Read MoreLock 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 of perfection, study of mine. […]
Read More‘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 it happen, That musket weren’t […]
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