There are so many beautiful, brutal, exquisitely illuminating human experiences playing out all over the world every single moment. Sometimes I imagine them, and wonder if they’re real. Sometimes I wonder if all our imaginings are simply us being offered a glimpse of another’s reality. Another being; another time; another world. Would that be more… Read More »Imagining
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