The Fallen Warriors of Aphaia

There is no greater holy grail for a natural scientist than capturing evidence of evolution happening before his very eyes, a moment that freezes the metamorphosis between one species into another, or merely a new mutation.             Art historians are also sometimes let in on such a rare, wondrous moment. I can think of no…

Bull-Leaping Minoans

What was the first European civilisation? How do we know they were truly European? And ought we be proud of the legacy these forefathers unwittingly initiated?             These are the kinds of questions that sail round one’s mind when reading about the Minoan civilisation.             Despite the beauty of the ruins found in Crete, the…

The Fayum Portraits

The Fayum Portraits How do civilisations die out? Are they wiped out by conquerors, decimated by natural disasters, emaciated by ongoing famine? Is it really that straightforward a question to answer?             Art has always been a marker for civilisations, a culture’s own self-made DNA. Archeologists and historians can date artifacts by their artistic styles,…

Fatherhood in the End of History

We are well and truly living through the End of History. The great battle of ideologies of the last two hundred years are over. Fascism vs Communism. Liberalism vs Conservatism. Nationalism vs Marxism. Democracy vs Dictatorship. Liberalism and free-market economies have won the day. And although the world is not uniformly democratic and liberal, there is no argument.

The ‘But’ of Beauty

      Have you ever been confronted with an artwork widely considered to be a masterpiece – say Van Gogh’s Sunflowers – and found yourself thinking, ‘it’s good, yeah, but…?’ That ‘but’ signifies a lack of connection; you can see the painting is beautiful, but you’re not wowed by it. You might even guilty,…

I Don’t Want to be a Millennial

  I’m not a vegan. I’m not a vegetarian. I don’t plan on being one. I’m not a political activist. I’m not an environmentalist. I don’t like Greta Thunberg. But I do think the environment is worth protecting. I don’t think we live in end times. I think there are only two genders and he/she/it…

Sette Guigno

  7th June 1919   It was when he saw a man walking through Valletta with his intestines in his hand that Indri learned the meaning of happiness. The man’s blood, dripping like rain off a palm frond, looked even brighter against the white limestone pavement. In the sun, the red and white reminded Indri…

Firenze: A Gallery of Faces

What a waste of time it is to take selfies in Firenze. Don’t do it. I’m sure you’re beautiful, I’m sure you’re mother’s little flower. But no matter how much you pout or pose, sorry to break it to you, you will never be Michelangelo’s David or Botticelli’s Venus.   There’s a lot of things…

Poems From the Alcazar

The Alcazar, situated right in the heart of Sevilla, is the city’s Medieval and Mudejar castle. It is the more understated sibling of the Alhambra in Granada.   Its position in the city couldn’t be more central; it neighbours the monumental Cathedral of Sevilla. And yet, unlike the flashy, dominating Cathedral, the Alcazar is discreetly…

Before Emigration

  September 1964, a week before Independence     The summer was bright over the rocks and the sea. A seagull dived into the water. A young boy watched it and thought of German bombers diving over ships and cities during the war. He was young and he wanted to jump into the clear waves….