There is something very important going on at the Bargehouse. Continue reading “Arab Bedouin: No Future Without Past”
IF UR READING THIS IT’S 2 LATE: VOL. 1 Continue reading Tony Cokes
A few years ago
I came across
A Poet. Continue reading The future . . . always imminent
The British election is looming and true to my promise in a recent blog post “I could . . . vote”, I went searching for more new political graffiti in Brick Lane, London’s mecca for up-to-the-minute street art proclamations and protestations. Continue reading Irreverent street art . . . as promised
These are portraits of women I want to invite to my birthday party. They will come wired with harlequin mindsets, Bristol Cream, spikes and all kitted out in the unique fashion sensibilities of the irrepressible Québécoise. Continue reading Janet Werner, the girls and the MAC
In an English politician’s world there are always detractors, and their ire is nowhere more visible – apart from the London daily newspaper’s op-ed cartoons, than on the walls and hoarding boards of the inner city streets. Continue reading I COULD . . .vote
Once upon a time I collected signatures of famous artists. After that, it was a fixation with Les Nabis, a movement founded by Pierre Bonnard and Jean-Édouard Vuillard, artists who could magically resolve the extremely busy backgrounds of their paintings. Then came the fascination with renaissance masters and their rendering of hands and feet, which naturally led to their shoes. Continue reading Logos + Signatures + Tags – oh my!
… that rare and magical eye/brain art experience, that sumptuous moment when all connection with the body disappears, and the electrical connections between seeing and understanding glow… Continue reading Paloma Torres. Conceptual. Ceramics. Sculpture.
Learning things. It happens. Either by intent, by accident, or by bicycling around the Mexican town of (only-one-s) Progreso in the Yucatán. It’s a place that honours family, the citizens are quick to smile, and really cute children squeal at … Continue reading Just like a Virgin?
These works may hint at improbably good outcomes, but the visual tension still leaves us with just a faint expectation that some may just not survive the journey.
“Now I’m free, I’m free-fallin
Yeah, I’m free, I’m free-fallin'”
Has life gotten you in a twist? Slightly cranky? In need of some navel-gazing, a good scare or perhaps a hard drink? Continue reading Everything OK?
Pensato’s art is an effervescent testament to a highly charged interior life. We will miss you,
so bonne route and thank you. Continue reading Joyce Pensato and her fanciful friends
19 May – 24 June 2017 LISSON GALLERY, 67 Lisson Street, London While making the rounds of London’s art venues last June, skulking down back streets and dark underpasses, cruising through museums, galleries and pop ups, I wondered “Is it possible to exhaust this city’s mammoth store of artwork?” It is a bleak possibility – but then again, if there really are charcoal dust fairies, they will never let that happen. I was so completely beside myself after learning of the appearance of Mickey, Homer, and Batman, my childhood kin, that a pilgrimage to the Lisson Gallery … Continue reading Joyce Pensato “FORGETTABOUT IT”
NÎMES, FRANCE. There is something very soap-opera-ish about travelling – those niggling unknown eventualities; like coincidences and chance meetings, language and barriers, inconveniences and crowds, irritations and line-ups, a winning resourcefulness and . . . ultimately – great art, wonderful food, and air conditioning.
Continue reading L’EXPO DE OUF!!!
What a name. Does anyone remember, in the early days of computing, the number of attempts it took to finally snag an interesting email address? For Daniel John Ryder it took about 25, and as lucky keyboard karma would have … Continue reading There once was… Angry Dan