New Painting
It’s called Honey I’m The World’s Forgotten Boy. Continue reading New Painting
It’s called Honey I’m The World’s Forgotten Boy. Continue reading New Painting
That ‘Art is long and life is short’ is a truth which every one feels, or ought to feel; yet surely those who were in London last May, and had in one week the opportunities of hearing Rubenstein play the Sonata Impassionata, of seeing Wagner conduct the Spinning-Wheel Chorus from the Flying Dutchman, and of studying art at the Grosvenor Gallery, have very little to complain of as regards human existence and art-pleasures. Continue reading 5 Days of Oscar Wilde – 4: The Grosvenor Gallery, 1877
Hello. It is Monday. I live in Sun City. Sun City is a city that is entirely contained inside an enormous concrete building in the shape of a sun. Its rays house our living quarters; its circular centre is where we work and shop. No one has ever been outside of the city; it is generally suspected that the environment outside of the city is uninhabitable. Continue reading The Diaries of Sun City – A Short Story