The old man himself
Also at the Mauritshuis you can see any number of Rembrandts. Any student of art or history must make this pilgrimage.Now you cant get within two feet of this small…
Also at the Mauritshuis you can see any number of Rembrandts. Any student of art or history must make this pilgrimage.Now you cant get within two feet of this small…
I stepped over the little brass bar in the floor. Got a yellow card. Guard followed me from room to room for a bit. Sat on the round couch and…
We arrived early and still stood at the end of the line. If you whip upstairs fast there are only a few people lingering in front. Filed under: art
And not even the nicest part. Filed under: art
Yes, a short visit to Het Paleis Escher museum. Of course its a remarkable collection, and my favourites are the landscapes of Italy, wherein he was working out some ideas.…
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I was born August the 8th, 1953. Yes, thats 08/08/535+3=88+8+8=242×4=8And today I turn 648×8=64 Yes. I know its all coincidental, and there is no secret meanings. Just a bit of…
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No, its not this gloomy. Just tired. Filed under: art
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I used my Square swipe doodad for the first time last year at an event at The Art Gallery for local authors to shill their books. I actually sold a…
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Paper by 53 periodically
The SpinPadGrip is successfully re-attached. There is likely a way to smooth the application of this so it doesnt go on so lumpy squeezed from the tube, but nobody is…
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Does the past haunt? or catch up with you? This has to be a pretty rare treasure. Glen Mullaly here. Illustrator, occasional comic book artist, pal of Mr Ken Steacy…
Paper is shifting its image sharing system to something else, meanwhile, if you type dougrogers on paper into Google, you get a search page with various links to my stuff…
A dark and broken cup
Just an unpleasant interaction. Its over. It passes. We move on. Filed under: art Tagged: comment, life