The Louvre has always played a long game with its treasures…. Its latest drama—a lightning-fast smash-and-grab in the Apollo Gallery—was, by expert measure, a seven-minute miracle.
I own a Cornelius Krieghoff painting. The only trouble is, it’s a fake. A forgery. A cheat. A knock-off. A sham. A phoney. A brummagem. That’s a long list, but they all mean the same thing,
This morning, over coffee on the deck, we marveled at how the black swallowtail caterpillars had discovered our little pot of dill. That’s what they eat, after all—dill, the herb. They’re beautiful creatures, but they’d munched their way through the pot and were running out…
Studies show that youth who stay connected to their heritage are more likely to succeed in school, have better mental health, and build stronger relationships with their families and communities
People’s vision glasses need some soap and a squeegee when imagining the possibility of a substantial art gallery. I, for one, am convinced that even if you can clean the vision specs and can muster a truly original and creative plan for such a piece…
Equity dilemmas go all the way back to Solomon and illustrate that decisions about this issue are not always easy to make where practicalities of daily living are concerned. This roadway leads us to education for The Arts and the involved practicalities of administering them.
a landmark collection that are now noted for posterity
Sooner or Later
Its real name, corporate name, despite its more endearing moniker “Gallery X”, is, “The Existential Art gallery of Scarborough”. So far, it’s a virtual gallery rather than something concrete, and, we are very proud of the exhibitions we have mounted so far,…
Reality has been questioned by physics and philosophy throughout the ages. “I think therefor I am” is perhaps the most notorious philosophical phrase thrown around in that regard and has many hilarious interpretive phrases as in “I shop therefore I am” and so on.
Art is certainly existential, out there somewhere, locked in creative minds who are dreaming about it, or perhaps already sitting there in everyday existence, on a wall, standing on a plinth, stretched on a canvas, fired in a kiln, or even cast in bronze. An…
Did you attend Nuit Blanche? Being a fairly busy chap, I haven’t previously gone to Nuit Blanche. I don’t know why; I just didn’t make it, ever. Nuit Blanche started in 2006 when I was likely even busier. I bet a lot of folks have…
It is a bit of a stretch to surmise that the impressionists began their great foray into light and colour by gazing into someone’s eyes at the Moulin De La Galette, which looks like it may indeed have been possible…
