That Which Is Predestined
“How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!” — ‘Ulysses’, Alfred Lord Tennyson Tennyson knows what’s what. It’s hard to sit still with art: it jiggles around like a catnipped kitten or a goose on a Roomba or a kid who needs the loo. We’ve […]