Tag: painting

My Name Is Red

I am nothing but a corpse now, a body at the bottom of a well. Although I drew my last breath long...

The patron showed very little interest in domestic affairs; he lived for his horse races, studying...

A five year-old in 1968 paints a picture. What’s in it? First, a mother, giver of paper and...

‘Papers’ – the man held out his paper-taking hand without looking up. ‘Aint the newsboy,’ Dove...

Mary Ann tells me you’re going to help with the fence. Yes, sir. There’s not that much...

There was also a time when, wandering through museums, I would stop to face and question the Saint...

Eupompus Gave Splendour to Art by Numbers”He was, of course,” said Emberlin,...

It surprised him, as though, in penetrating a familiar cave, on some holiday at the sea, he had...