Truly, Madly, Deeply

Amedeo Modigliani expired at the rather young indeed age of thirty-five on 24 January 1920. The strong-willed Italian portraitist’s early demise was much more the natural byproduct his personal cosmology than a freakish accident. Revolted by his comfortably stagnant bourgeois upbringing, he convinced himself that only struggling for crusts in nonconformist squalor could produce true art. Toss in…

Walking in a Winter Weirdland

Winter is here. To celebrate the chilliest season and something Game of Thrones fans have known for a while now, it feels right to turn to the work of Eyvind Earle (1916-2000). An American practitioner of Magic Realism, his name maybe isn’t as terribly well-known as it ought to be, though his landscapes infiltrated childhoods the world over and set the…

Here's to You, Peggy G.

Happy birthday to you, wherever you are, Peggy Guggenheim! What a gal. The adored, slandered and all-around infamous niece of Solomon R. Guggenheim, yes, those Guggenheims, would have turned one hundred eighteen years-old today. Her father Benjamin most unfortunately went down with the Titanic, dragging all of Peggy’s yet-to-be-earned inheritance with him. Nevertheless, when she came of age in 1919, she also…

Thinking Ahead

The movement we glibly call futurism today first began to crystallise as a literary trend in Europe, not long before World War I exploded across the continent. Young men with articulate minds began praising technological advancement and all the speed, heroics, violence, industry, politics and combustible energy that went along with it. The frenzy for the race towards…