That is a genuine screen-grab from a genuine web site of a genuinely major player. Your task, should you accept it, is to identify the player.
Of course, Google renders this utterly nugatory, so I’ll just say that the subs at National Geographic should stand up and take a massive collective bo...
At the (workshop of) della Robbia Nativity, I’m brought up short by ignorance. It’s a wonderful object, the restricted colour range and the white of the main figures make it so much easier to read. I’m struck by the everyday acuity of the artist, and how that makes it real. Like, on that hunter’s le...
Seldom have I been so keen to rush home and Google something. We were on a weekend jaunt away, and what with one thing and another found ourselves driving between Sansepolcro and Arezzo with a Los Angelena in the back seat. We were giving her a ride to the station, and exposing her to a bit of the o...
Sat in front of Piero della Francesca's Resurrection, in a beautiful, spare space, I’m struck by the absolute directness of the gaze. He is looking straight at you, with no sign of having suffered except a minor piercing.
“Oh, that? A flesh wound.”
Then there is the casual drape of his left...
I am incredibly angry. Actually, I’m resigned, but who writes because they’re resigned?
On the way to work each morning I generally take a short-cut through a modern church down the road. It's an unlovely church, but skipping through it shaves five minutes off the walk and sometimes affords amus...
