Ian Sidaway Fine Line

A visual blog recording daily fine liner drawings.

Tuesday, 30 August 2011

Santorini

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Kokkoretsi. The insides of the sheep-heart ,liver,lungs,kidneys,brains, sweetbreads, everything- are cut into small pieces, heavily seasoned...
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Saturday, 20 August 2011

Santorini

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Nobody can say a word against Greek: it stamps a man at once as an educated gentleman. (George Bernard Shaw) 'the highest p...
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Thursday, 11 August 2011

Santorini

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The wine urges me on, the bewitching wine, which sets even a wise man to singing and to laughing gently and rouses him up to dance and bring...
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Tuesday, 2 August 2011

Santorini

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At first was the name! We have already said that this yellow plaything is called a "komboloi". Now listen carefully to the meaning...
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Monday, 25 July 2011

London

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You find no man, at all intellectual, who is willing to leave London. No Sir, when a man is tired of London, he is tired of life; for there ...
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Saturday, 16 July 2011

Wet Wednesday

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No nude, however abstract should fail to arouse in the spectator some vestige of erotic feeling, even if it be only the faintest shadow-and ...
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Wednesday, 6 July 2011

Paris

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Every City has a sex and an age which have nothing to do with demography. Rome is feminine. So is Odessa. London is a teenager, an urchin, a...
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Monday, 27 June 2011

Paris

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With an apple I will astonish Paris. (Paul Cezanne) Virtue, my pet , is an abstract idea, varying in its manifestations with t...
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