The richest cities in Europe filled their walls with paintings of their own mortality. Not out of gloom, out of appetite. The skull was never there to frighten anyone. It was there to sharpen the pleasure of everything else in the frame.
The richest cities in Europe filled their walls with paintings of their own mortality. Not out of gloom, out of appetite. The skull was never there to frighten anyone. It was there to sharpen the pleasure of everything else in the frame.