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Sympathy for the Devil

Or the Fine Art of Picking Up by Putting Down… Not so long ago, I bumped into an art school colleague, or so I thought… Little did I suspect it was the devil – or at least one of his many advocates – in disguise. Here’s the conversation: “So what are you...

Portraits and Potted Plants

Or What You See is What You Get…. Last weekend, while my son and I were waiting to go up to the top of Notre-Dame de Paris (like good tourists, absolutely, I’ve always been drawn despite myself to France’s great remodeller of the Middle Ages, Viollet-le-Duc, and...

Signing Your Life Away

Or the Amusing and Ambiguous Exercise of Signing Sessions Rule number one: signing books is fun. (Establishing rule number one firmly in your mind is useful after several hours, when you can barely spell complicated names like “Fred” or “John”, and someone with an...

Chiaroscuro

The vastest things are those we may not learn. We are not taught to die, nor to be born, Nor how to burn With love. How pitiful is our enforced return To those small things we are the masters of. Mervyn Peake, 1950 MERVYN PEAKE (1911 – 1968) I am totally under...

For the Record…

Or In Others’ Words… Welcome to FIT TO PRINT. The portfolio’s new section is ultimately intended as a full on-line archive of articles printed over the years. For now it is very much under construction, but since Dom cooked up such a pretty customised PDF icon, I just...