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In art as in life, there is no such thing as being faithful enough. Fidelity is an absolute. It cannot...
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In art as in life, there is no such thing as being faithful enough. Fidelity is an absolute. It cannot...
Continue ReadingTick, tock. Tick, tock. Sergei Prokofiev’s beautifully eerie time keeping score. Tick, tock. Tick, tock. A row of conical hedges...
Continue Reading“I continued for a long time to live in that delightful but short-lived state where love and innocence can co-exist...
Continue ReadingIf this work were a postcard I found whilst searching for collage material, I would see no room left in...
Continue ReadingI read ballet through the prism of art, my background training. And it is by holding this prism before your...
Continue ReadingMonstrous is misshapen. It is disgusting and ghastly. It is hideous and grotesque. The opposite of lovely—any thesaurus can give...
Continue ReadingOn a warm March evening, myself and a handful of other curious souls climbed the narrow steps of the aptly...
Continue ReadingOrgans, teeth, flesh, bone. Part indestructible, part fallible. That the body is a marvellous tool none would deny. All this...
Continue ReadingThere are some nights when the weather plays its role as if part of the performance. This was the case...
Continue ReadingThe history of art, music, ballet, opera, and literature is one dotted with the curious, bewildered, shocked receptions of the...
Continue ReadingIt is circles I see, and always have, whenever I listen, and often I do, to Piotr Illyich Tchaikovsky’s “Swan...
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