Tag Archives: Barbara Hepworth

The line: is it drawn? The curse: is it cast?

Well? Will you get out of the way? Or lend a hand? Forgive me. I’m taking liberties with the words of Nobel-Literature-Prize-winning poet, songster and disappointing-live-performer, Bob Dylan. Yes, disappointing. I was disappointed. Except for his rendition of ‘Something’ by … Continue reading

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No such thing as coincidence? So, what’s this thing with Barbara, Piet and Dag?

It could be a commandment for the fictional detective: thou shalt not believe in coincidence. But I’ve always had a penchant for connectedness. To me that’s what coincidence is – and it’s what we do. We’re social beings. We seek … Continue reading

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