Arriving in Venice one morning in late April 1936, Maurits Cornelis Escher stepped onto the dockside and walked briskly to the University of Architecture, which turned out to be a rather disappointing red brick building near the railway station.
She loved the sea-light, the colour tipping under each curling wave, and the metallic other-world of the shoreline at midsummer…
There is always nothing, but nothing is one idea, and nothing and one are two ideas, and nothing and one and two are three ideas… … More
For three days we held the barricades. Their army was pressing in, occupying the suburbs and for now, probing our … More