Driving Home From the Restaurant, I Forget One Word The night is bitter winter chill, the car unfamiliar, streetlights yellowing the driver’s face as he concentrates on the road. Off-guard, my father asks me, “Have you got far to drive tonight?” The car is unfamiliar to him, the streetlights yellow my face, but I don’t […]
Robert Colman | THE PAINTING
THE PAINTING ………………(Salford) You never see the machines, only smoke, red brick chimney, Stockport viaduct, a stadium. Not strict landscape—no landscape precisely this in Lancashire but Lowry and Dad agree to it. The shape fits a winnowing, sallow pedestrians gather for a portrait then forget. Whose hat is this? Whose pipe? Is he a […]