From Virginia Woolf’s beautiful garden studio in Sussex I’m home after a week in London. I have already written a critique of Bill Viola in St Paul’s and of Marina Abramovic in Serpentine (non of the texts is hitherto published, so my judgement has to stay a secret). But the most difficult task for me, as a…
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art as seizure
(In search of better words, cont.) Here’s a claim: The way we speak about art mirrors the kind of art we speak about. Presently the art and language held in favour by the establishment cultivates and celebrates the intellectual. Art is hereby reduced to a branch of philosophy. There is nothing wrong with philosophy. But reducing art to…
art & affect
continuing my research on the importance of art – RECAPITULATING (Oh, I know – some of you are more than sick and tired of this, if you are amongst the exhausted ones; please visit again later!) Here we go: I went to Alain de Botton, I read his book and visited his exhibition, and even went public…
on being human
In some ways I guess this blog is here to demonstrate this one specific matter of fact: It’s almost impossible to talk about art. It’s extremely difficult to find words for transgressing experiences. I try, we try – again and again, but words tend to fail us. They become too many, or too vague; deficient,…
sub rosa 