by Sjón I nod to the notion that the interpretation of any art form is left to its viewer. Once the painter, the sculptor, or the writer, releases the work out to the public, the creator no longer possesses its meaning. I don’t understand paintings, let alone sculpture, but I adore the theatre and literature. Most books are straightforward that they leave little to explore. … Continue reading I Just Read: “Moonstone: The Boy Who Never Was” by Sjón