Your Mondrian
A Bustling Solitude Named Abstraction My dear friend, would you mind indulging me in a bit of a monologue? I don’t intend to lecture you on anything difficult. It’s just that, while staring out the wi […]
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Roy Lichtenstein
The Happy Lie in the Mirror If you have picked up this text to distract yourself from the boredom of the moment, or perhaps to find some decisive salvation in your life, I must say you have made an ex […]
The painter René Magritte
The Chromatics of Eternal Strays Oh, how tedious it all becomes, doesn’t it? Why does this world insist on standing before us with such a flat, expressionless face? We wake in the morning, wash […]
Rubens, the Emperor of Painters
Ah, you. Yes, you, with that somewhat restless yet deeply earnest gaze, my dear, lovable friend. Would you mind relaxing your shoulders for a moment and indulging me in this rambling tale? This is a s […]
Rembrandt, a leading painter of the Baroque period.
Hey there, you. Yes, you, the one reading these words right now. Do you happen to know a man by the name of Rembrandt van Rijn? A man who bears that somewhat worn-out, yet strangely imposing title: &# […]
The painter Frans Hals
Dear friend, I hope you can understand the sheer joy I feel in taking up my pen to compose this “prescription for happiness” specifically for a precious soul like you. Are you, perhaps, fe […]
Klimt, a leading Austrian painter
Ah, it is no use. I simply cannot bear it anymore. Why is this world so cold toward things that are too beautiful? Or perhaps, knowing that such beauty is a poison, people deliberately avert their eye […]
The painter Egon Schiele
My dear soul, you, with that look on your face as if you have no place to rest your spirit. Please, stop that. When you look like that, it makes me want to start tracing my own shadow with my fingerti […]
Tawaraya Sōtatsu, a Rinpa school painter
Ah, my apologies. The weather was simply too fine, and I’ve gone and overstayed my welcome. I’m sure you’re quite fed up by now with this aimless soliloquy of mine. No, no, there’s no need to apologiz […]
A master born in Spain
Oh, my dear friend, why such a deep furrow in your brow? What could you possibly be peering at with such intensity? Ah, an art book. And Francisco de Goya, no less. You’ve chosen a potent, heart-scorc […]