The Finkelstein Files : Sfumato Superbo

What is it that continues to resonate with me some 10 years after first clapping eyes on Alexander McKenzie’s quietly evocative mood-scapes? Its fairly true to say that I am a groupie. Hard-core. Let’s rewind a little, to 2007…. At 4.30pm on a weekday afternoon, I hear the squeal of the gallery stock room roll-a-doorContinue reading “The Finkelstein Files : Sfumato Superbo”