Ah, there you are. Just in time.
I don’t suppose you’ve taken a serious look at an Old Master painting all week, have you? That question was directed at the majority of readers, of course; not you other lot who wear berets and smocks, reek of linseed oil and have Chrome Yellow or Burnt Sienna daubed about your person.
I suspect you serious art scholars have taken a quick gander at an Old Master or two during the week, perhaps to bask in the talent, get some inspiration, look at the lighting; that sort of thing. Not, I hope, for the purposes of vandalism.
That is what this page is for. Here we viciously malign and abuse the noble efforts of those artists who have gone before – and who can’t fight back. Today, we vilify Edmund Blair Leighton, but it doesn’t really matter; it’s the thought that counts….