QUAINT

Whether it’s from indolence or fatigue, it scarcely matters. I admit that The Harps of Heaven has been lately offering up its equivalent of summer reruns.

Calling them “holiday issues” does little to hide the fact that I’ve been culling old essays from our archives. But I promise all this will change fairly soon.

I’ve been distracted from my editorial responsibilities by an impending exhibition in Austria.

Why Austria? Because any excuse to absent myself from our great land during a presidential campaign is more than welcomed.

I’m almost finished in my preparations. I have been producing reams of drawings – mostly rehashed ideas from old work that I felt would go over well in Vienna.

Originality and invention are just so, so, so twentieth century …