Alberto Reading, by Giovanni Giacometti. The boy is Alberto Giacometti, who went on to become one of the great sculptors of the twentieth century. Giovanni was his father, a Swiss painter. I don’t know how it’s achieved - I’m an art ignoramus - but there is so much love in this painting. I came across it via the art historian Richard Morris, who notes that in Giacometti Sr.’s late career (when this was painted) “he pushed as much light into his painting as he could”. I wonder if that’s common to many late-career artists - that they start to think that light is everything, really, and that they want to capture as much of it as they can before it goes.
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The Wile E. Coyote Illusion
The Happiness Paradox
How To Be Good.
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