Matthew Omolesky
What do we possess today as “art”? A faked music, filled with artificial noisiness of massed instruments; a failed painting,…
When tears flow, they wipe them with a handkerchief, When blood flows, they hurry with their sponges, But when the…
Few publicly displayed artistic masterpieces languish in more profound obscurity than “Rakuchū rakugai-zu,” or “Scenes in and around the Capital,”…
Weit offen die Totenkammern sind Und schön bemalt vom Sonnenschein… Wide open are the chambers of the dead And beautifully…
Few might have realized it at the time, but the year 1845 was significant, indeed seminal, in the history of…
October 30, 1992. The dusk of evening has fallen over the San Francisco peninsula, and a modest crowd is filing…
I It is July 1, 1899, and Julie Manet is navigating the crooked streets and alleys of Paris’ disreputably bohemian…
Above the bank of the Dniepr the midnight cross of St Vladimir thrust itself above the sinful, bloodstained, snowbound earth…
It was late in the evening of May 24, 2014, and the Tatar activist Ervin Ibragimov was taking a stroll…
Two antiquarian books lie before me. The first is a copy of George Wharton Edwards’ Vanished Halls & Cathedrals of…
