Ugh. Just ugh. ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh.
Ugh.
That's about all I got today. But here's another Jack Vettriano. Life in all its beauty, real and imagined, seedy and pure. That's, to me, what his paintings depict. Expect more over the next week, people who don't read my meaningless blog and those who occasionally do.
2025 at the Brontë Parsonage Museum
15 hours ago
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