He tried to rally his thoughts and form them in unassailable squares, but not a line would hold, they broke ahead of any shooting, and the Logos wandered disloyally off, alone, rudely hiccoughing and chewing on pieces of raw potato, looking surly and dangerous.
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“Looking at the paintings of the artists I love — such as Bosch or Vermeer — has had an influence on the way I see the world and so on the way I write. Often I want a kind of Vermeer light — that transcendency — and a Boschian “noise.” That savagery. That clarity. That delicacy.”
Rikki Ducornet