I’m not the type of person who can walk into an major art gallery and name all the artists. I appreciate art. I have, to a very limited extent, studied art. But I’ve never been very pro-active about the whos and whats and wheres. Anselm Kiefer, though, left an impression. I saw a piece by… Read More »Wordgame: Anselm
As I had failed to capitalise on the actual opportunity, I decided to pull the thread of my art show attraction in the comfort of my own bed. And, no, I don’t mean by masturbating, I mean by lying in the dark coming up with ideas. I followed the pathways my brain wanted to pursue.… Read More »Picture postcard
I went to a silent art auction last night at a local university, amidst a raging British storm. That is, a fairly-mild-by-all-accounts-but-exciting-to-us-folk-who-don’t-experience-real-storms storm. My friend had submitted a piece and so we turned up to represent. It was unexpectedly packed to the brim with art students. Not that we had any idea what to expect,… Read More »Pulling the thread