The humble author of this blog is not the first in the family with a knack for art. This gentleman here, with the brimmed hat, the walking stick, and the waggish smile, is his great-great-grandpa – an ancestor for whom art was not only a hobby but who made his living by painting.
Nothing awe-inspiring, nothing grave, to be sure – just pictures for cigarette packets, match-boxes, postcards, and the like. Pieces of “everyday art” that have long vanished. Like most of what we create today will vanish.
Published on 2 April 2016Heyoka