Obviously I wished I lived in the olden days, but here we have the dilemma. As an artist I would presumably be poor so therefore not be part the society I would aspire to be included in. So there ends the dream, as I sit in the gutter peeling rotten veg for supper and talking to myself. Or does it? Do I work hard and rise above my station and become Lord and live in a moderately enormous stately home? A small country house would do, I'm not greedy after all.
Anyway, here are some small portraits I found this week. John player Cigarette Cards 'Miniatures' reproduces with a little description of the sitter and the Artists.
