Submitted by hbowie on Sun, 03/28/2010 - 11:19
Art is not a mirror held up to reality, but a hammer with which to shape it.
The other pictures varied between the sentimentally lewd and the illustrated Scotch joke variety wherein Glengarried dogs take the place of figures. There were no books and a small writing table with drawers was the only sign of mental activity.
Dancers In Mourning