The third volume (or vintage) of FMR has a heady bouquet like that of a garden of delights: art for FMR is more than a collection of inanimate objects; it is very much alive, a growing, flourishing ecosystem, ever expanding; the only way to keep the art of the past alive is to tend it lovingly, not cut its stalks and put it in a vase.
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The third volume (or vintage) of FMR has a heady bouquet like that of a garden of delights: art for FMR is more than a collection of inanimate objects; it is very much alive, a growing, flourishing ecosystem, ever expanding; the only way to keep the art of the past alive is to tend it lovingly, not cut its stalks and put it in a vase.
Like rare plants in a greenhouse of exotic species, each page unfolds a sampler of unknown artists, brightly hued curiosities, life hidden where one would last expect it. Every artwork as lovely as a blossoming flower, from tea roses to passion flowers.
