The Death of Chatterton by Henry Wallis is one of my favourite paintings, mostly because when I first saw it at about fourteen and read that the subject was a seventeen year old poet so poverty-stricken he tore up all literature to hand and swallowed arsenic I thought it was a perfect representation of a tortured artist. People reclining in front of windows always remind me of it.
Sunday
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