In the chilly grey winter days of February, how nice to dream a while of the sun and sea of the south Italy coast.
…which brings me back to thinking about the Divine Comedy of Dante. In Dante’s time, like our own, there were corrupt politicians and greedy bankers too. But he had a solution for this – to send them into the bowels of hell.
Rarely rarely comest thou, O Spirit of Delight – and believes in livening us up rather than dragging us down. Philosophy of letter forms or not, it matters little.
I felt that massive great sculptures had much less sense of space than the illusion of space in a painting. And they even change very little as you walk around them.