Soul

Last night I went to visit my friends. It was nearly night, almost 11 p.m., but I decided to walk — fortunately, I live nearby. The city grunted, grumbled, tossed and turned like a disturbed bear in a den, and then breathed out noisily and suddenly calmed down. The streets were empty, just me and a ...

The first time I acquainted with the works of Richard Schmid was when I saw this charming picture: Truly mesmerizing strokes reveal the realism of his pictures. Richard Schmid was born in Chicago in 1934. He started studying human anatomy at twelve and had great teachers throughout his life. A ...