Queen of Hearts, 1943-46 @ The Willem de Kooning Foundation “It is very interesting to notice that a lot of people who want to take the talking out of painting, for instance, do nothing else but talk about it.” – Willem de Kooning What Abstract Art Means to Me By Willem de Kooning, February […]
Now, it’s hard to defend yourself if you are in possession of the ‘white privilege’, as I am…
There are no names, just awkward glue marks and yellowing tape- completing a metaphor for the supine bodies within.
Let’s take the thing on its own terms: a book about trendy photographic art, swaddled in equivocal definitions of magic.
from New Coast, And a Fragment of a Woman, (2013) It all happened in a second. With the rumbling of a great sound. On the next day, it was snowing, and people were freezing in cold recalling that scene… By Sunil Shah, ASX, September 2015 The story starts from greeting a woman. Recording #1 23’ […]
Daisuke Yokota’s Subversive Appreciation of Time.
Noémie Goudal’s magical realism and our language of decay.
The vast majority of this material exists in a format without physicality. These ‘documents’ that the artist collects are in effect, de-materialised. They exist in a capacity of their non-physicality. It is an archival practice of collecting where the previous mode of acquisition is lost for that of an imagined meta-collection – a collection that, […]
Knowing that she was about to die, my aunt said that she would have less regret about leaving this world if she knew she could still send letters. There was a certain burden of hearing the small metal chain swing against the glass casing of the light bulb’s pulsating dissonance. Clink, clink, the third […]
I’ll Write Whenever I Can, Koobi Fora, Lake Rudolf, 1965 @ Peter Beard Andy described him as – “one of the most fascinating men in the world …… he’s like a modern Tarzan. He jumps in and out of the snake pit he keeps at his home. He cuts himself and paints with the blood. […]
War is a huge, infernal industry, the largest one on this planet. It seems presumptuous for one man to attempt to stand in the way of this machinery. Once war has broken out, everything spirals out of control almost immediately, turning even the armies and the soldiers who fight in it into helpless onlookers, victims of their own […]
Blown apart by flash and that of night’s embittered black veil, the work makes for uncomfortable viewing and the best part about it, is that it purports to do none of this, but to simply be nocturnal. A slow and grinding glacial push can be heard from the edges of the city-state. People are […]