I have been reading a lot of Russian kids literature to my daughters. I have read some of these stories so many times, that I remember them by heart (whether I want to or not). Sometimes they pop up in my brain out of nowhere. At other times a real life situation reminds me of... Continue Reading →
Our inner hurricanes
I have written earlier about whether or not it matters if the artist and the viewer put the same meaning into a piece of art. I would imagine that the chances that our points of view match are pretty low. Back then, I mostly thought about it from the point of personal taste, experiences and... Continue Reading →
