Friday, 11 July 2014
Missing the Rectilinear.
I’d always loved the film The Old Dark House (see previous post) until last winter when I applied the epithet to the house where I live and had second thoughts – all those storms with the roaring winds and lashing rain, and this place without a true horizontal or vertical for reassurance. I went around with a spirit level once, you know, trying to find one. Nope. It adds an extra dimension to the business of picture hanging.