A lone meteorite called Guillaume Apollinaire (1880-1918) slammed into Paris with his mother as an impressionable young visitor in the spring of 1899. The surname has such resonance! Shades of the glory of Apollo, Appolinaris, Appolonius of Tyre seem to crowd at its back... The surname itself was a careful contraction, and perhaps even an … Continue reading That Lone Meteorite: the story of Guillaume Apollinaire →

Michael Glover questions the New York painter David Hornung about his admiration for the work of Rose Wylie MG: Why is Rose Wylie one of your favourite painters, David? DH: I am impressed by the authority of her belief in her process, her subjects and her very idiosyncratic visual lexicon. She’s always unpredictable and utterly … Continue reading A Rose is a Rose is a Rose… →