At school we studied the work of many artists, among them the Frenchman Odilon Redon (1840-1916). I remember that I was not drawn to his work but now realize what a limited view we were given at school. The pieces we were shown were from his earlier work known as the “Noirs” – charcoals, lithographs … Read more
I’ve thought many times of that trip to Pennsylvania in 1958. The outing was arranged at the request of my widowed grandmother who, urged by fleeting time and memory, was suddenly struck with a longing to see the farm where she’d lived as a young bride and to visit Aunt Katherine, the widow of my grandfather’s brother. My twelve-year-old self was unenthusiastic.