Writing – © Dominic Wightman Personal Bio Site 2026

The Algebra of Empty Chairs

We love the story of the prodigy. The violin in the toddler’s hands. The calculus solved before breakfast. But real genius almost never works that way. It does not strike the eager, the groomed, the child who has been force fed Mozart since the womb. Instead, genius hides in the most distant corner of theContinue reading “The Algebra of Empty Chairs”

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”

Real Rabbits

This week, I was asked to write for one of the national newspapers. I refused. I have written for big publications before. But I prefer writing my books and articles without worrying who might read them. There is a pleasure in being your own Editor-in-Chief—hunting the truth, giving it light, choosing your own words. IContinue reading “Real Rabbits”