Dear readers,
It’s been brilliant sharing my writing with you. As you’re probably aware, I no longer post on here (Muscat Tales).
Over on my new Substack: From The Lighthouse, I’ve continued shining a light on books I’ve loved, reflecting on current cultural contexts and their impact on stories. There might even be a bit of life writing there too.
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Here’s a little taster of my most recent post:
When a ‘Kiss’ isn’t just a kiss
Apr 02, 2026
As I prepared for a recent trip to Vienna, my host, a dear relative, asked me what I’d like to do. The city is full of music. That, and the Freud museum, the Naschmarkt, the nearby forests, I suggested. But it was Gustav Klimt’s iconic ‘Kiss’ – his most famous painting – housed at the Belvedere Museum, that was top of my list. As a teenager, I’d tacked a postcard of it up in my bedroom, along with Herb Ritts’ black and white photographs. During those years, the gold of Klimt’s painting shone iridescent from my closet door. There was something decoratively brilliant about it, risky almost. I knew nothing of the artist, but its dream-coat passion drew me in.
The Belvedere Museum is crowded when we arrive; the weekend before Easter fills Vienna with tourists both local and from abroad. Entering the former palace through the main doors, we quickly cross the lobby to the first room where….
You can read more here: Klimt revisited
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