Even though I fell in love with art history and got my PhD in early modern art, it turns out that it was never the academic stuff that interested me. I’d look at a Caravaggio painting and imagine how the flickering torchlight might create a dance of shadows on the wall. I’d imagine the dampness on that wall surface or its crumbling plaster. Then my mind might go to the street. What’s happening out there? What is this world and what might it mean? Every work of art seems to be shouting at me with some story or other.
That’s what I do in this section of my blog: I tell those stories. Completely letting go of formal art history, I allow my imagination to run wild. Click on the titles for more.
Leopold Graf von Kalckreuth, Children by the Christmas Tree, early 20th Century