More usually I would have said that art imitated life whether on the canvas or through the lens of a camera, but in some instances the opposite is true. Years ago I wrote a story about an old lady sitting in her hat and coat in the front hall of the old people's home on Christmas Day waiting for her son to call, and beginning to worry that he wasn't coming when it grew late. It gets to the point when everyone is going in to Christmas lunch and she dejectedly rises and follow...
Published on December 17, 2014 20:17