Art Skips Generations

We love tidy lines. Inheritance, we assume, flows downhill: blue eyes, a talent for Bach, the family nose. But art refuses to follow the blood’s gentle slope. It behaves less like a gene and more like a boomerang. Thrown forward, it vanishes for a generation, only to circle back and strike the descendant who leastContinue reading “Art Skips Generations”

Canvas

One hot Saturday afternoon up on the north coast of Cornwall, while meandering through an art gallery with my wife, I stumbled upon a painting. Unlike me at the time, it seemed to pulse with energy. At first glance, the painting appeared chaotic—bold splashes of colour jostled for dominance, interspersed with jagged lines that crisscrossedContinue reading “Canvas”