All Is Vanity? Methinks Not.

In the fist third of the seventeenth century, Judith Leyster painted The Last Drop. It shows two young men in the prime of life, drinking and smoking. Mentally edit their clothing, and they could easily be a pair of young men from today, drunk, laughing, letting off steam. They seem carefree and genuinely happy. Which … Continue reading All Is Vanity? Methinks Not.

Time Is Holding Its Breath

I saw the Andrew Wyeth exhibition (Andrew Wyeth: In Retrospect) at the Seattle Art Museum a few weeks ago, and I found the artist's work uncommonly affecting. What is it about his work that's so profound, you ask? Well... You know those moments when things feel especially alive? Those moments that overflow with your acute … Continue reading Time Is Holding Its Breath