A Second Pestprufarium.

Miss July.

"My brother, Michael… is an academic and has devoted his life to scholarship; my life seems trivial by comparison. Bastard." – Sam Neill, 1947–2026.

Consider Hamilton's Just what is it that makes today's homes so different, so appealing?

"It was me, at a loss – that hand drifting in the air was my free soul, groping."

“To me, the most important thing is the sense of going on.”

« Je ne mâche pas mes mots. Quand je n’aime pas quelqu’un, je le lui dis. Ça gagne du temps. » – Guesch Patti, 1946–2026

Consider Ernst's La ville entière.

«Esta blanda estructura de esa gran masa de carne en guerra civil la embellecí con judías hervidas, pues era inimaginable el tragarse toda aquella carne inconscientemente sin la presencia de algún farináceo y melancólico vegetal».

Miss June.

“I’ve withdrawn into my own world … Painting is completely free from the bitter life experiences I went through in both wars. I don’t want to be in the limelight, I don’t want to be the one in the spotlight. I’d rather be the observer.”