Welcome. It’s good to see not EVERYONE on the planet is dying (literally in some cases) to wander around like a reject from the set of The Walking Dead, looking for cartoon creatures in their phones. I’m sorry chaps and chapettes – a Pokémon will remain a Rastafarian proctologist until a more amusing definition comes along, and no amount of marketing genius will induce me to take to the streets with my nose buried in my mobile phone.
Dear Reader, I shall not send you out into the weather to find non-existent drawings. Here, you can recline at your leisure and use your wit to wither the reputations of an expired painter. Orazio Gentileschi is today’s victim.