2024 Grateful 33: Artisinal visions
It could have been everything it wasn’t. It could have been a load of pretentious codswallop with indecipherable art and mediocre wine. But it wasn’t.
It could have been everything it wasn’t. It could have been a load of pretentious codswallop with indecipherable art and mediocre wine. But it wasn’t.
I grew up with the iconic Blue Nun and the odd cardboardeaux brought back from France by neighbours lucky enough to go on foreign holidays.
If I could claim back all the money I spent on gym memberships, I’d be able to buy another of Michael Pettet’s paintings and another
I sent a picture of my latest art purchase to a friend. Their reply said it all. Art, they said, is very subjective. And it
Of all the questions expats ask of each other, what do you do is probably right up there as the most common. I’m in finance.
I’m not a great follow-upper. If I’m out, at some do or other, and if we get into conversation and I agree to send you