Tuesday, April 07, 2026

The Birth Of Aphrodite In Cleethorpes

 


There is something about the arrangement of the bodies - the way they stand, the way they interact. You almost feel that if Botticelli were seeking the birthplace of Aphrodite today, he would abandon the seashell in favour of a one-armed bandit. You suspect that Leonardo might seek out The Last Supper in an amusement arcade in Cleethorpes.





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