Gail White

At first it’s like a painted teacup inverted, this gold-scalloped dome containing an apotheosis of saints triumphant heading home to God”a Beatific Vision made relevant to mortal eyes Then we discover in each cornice angels, grotesque in shape and size, in imminent danger of descending . . . . Continue Reading »

So much regulation and so few lives saved, So much loud music and so little melody, So many doctorates and none wiser made, Such license in the name of liberty, So much compassion preached, so little shown, Since the world's beginning there was never known. So much production of so many shoddy . . . . Continue Reading »