Peter Court

The Crown Prince

Spatters freckle the frame, the table top, the floor. Some have been flicked or flipped, others hurled, scattered and some have simply fallen, unattended. The painter doesn’t notice them. Never has. His eye is intent on the bloated corpuscle in the suit and tie…

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