The Purpose of Art

Picasso once said that the purpose of art is washing the dust of daily life off our souls. The dust of daily life, is no more than tiny particles of skin, which if left unwashed, would cause us harm. We need to keep our souls clean. So I would let the children see art, no matter what a self seeking publicist, Jake Chapman, who pretends to create art, may say.  Continue reading

Dust Rising

When I was very young I lived in Drury Lane London WC1, where the Muffin Man once lived. Drury Lane is a very narrow street, then filled with tenements and my family (all five of us) live at number 163 in one room , with a kitchen. We shared a bathroom with others in the building. Our room was on the first floor, with two sash windows overlooking the narrow busy road, which then had cafes and cheap restaurants for those visiting the theatres or the Law Courts and cheaper places to eat for those who lived there. The nearest park was Lincoln’s Inn Fields, where my mother would perambulate us. Continue reading