I can’t paint! My drawings have never gone past the matchstick men stage. So I do what I do better, I take pictures, especially landscape pictures. I love taking photos of the glorous countryside in Wiltshire and, of course, I love paintings that look like photos. And this leads me to today’s post about Caspar … Read more
This plaque of Dürer’s praying hands (betende Hände) was my grandparents’ and as a child I was fascinated by those hands. When my grandparents died, my aunt took the plaque and said it should go to me as Albrecht Dürer’s initials were the same as mine: A D. For a long time I wanted to … Read more
When I was born in 1958 my mum was given a birthday present for me by a relative of my grandmother’s. It was a book which she kept for me until I was able to listen to her read the story. She must have read the book to me and let me play with it … Read more
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