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There are places we visit and places we merely pass through. The distinction becomes apparent much later. I had passed through Santiniketan in 2010, on a motorcycle, during a long ride aimed at the mysterious and beautiful North East of India. I remember the journey more clearly than I remember Santiniketan itself. There was a certain restlessness to those days. I was young enough to believe that travelling meant moving from one place to another, collecting landscapes, roads,

There is something wonderfully suspicious about a painter who writes a poem called “Bimbo’s Pome.” The spelling is deliberately wrong. The poem is written in the voice of a cat. Its subject is a violin, a master, smoking, scratching and irritation. It is only a handful of lines long, and yet it immediately tells us something important about Paul Klee: he was not particularly interested in keeping the world in its proper categories. Klee was a natural draftsman who experimente