A Young Man, Head and Shoulders, Half Right 

Editor: We're looking at Thomas Worlidge's sketch, "A Young Man, Head and Shoulders, Half Right." I’m struck by the softness of the lines, almost dreamlike. What whispers to you when you see this drawing? Curator: Oh, he’s caught in a reverie, isn’t he? Perhaps dreaming of sonnets or scandalous affairs. The sketch feels like a fleeting thought, quickly captured before it vanishes. The delicate hatching gives him a certain…vulnerability. A wisp of graphite on paper, echoing the ephemeral nature of youth itself. Editor: That’s lovely. I hadn't considered that. Curator: Art is an echo chamber, my dear. What you bring to it bounces back, changed. Now, tell me, what will you dream of tonight?