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August 20, 2017

As a painter, I have tried hard to resist my interest in drama and stories. They don’t fit well with a visual, philosophical and theoretically driven medium. Drama and storytelling is so rooted in continuing time that it seems to sit ill at ease with the apparent resol...

May 16, 2017

Mjolfjell

on the veranda

the wind blusters and the air

thins

         a pointed spire

         from some grim pastor’s church

         shadows the path

(far thrum of water

wind in birch trees

snatch of red

          thr...

November 3, 2016

‘Of itself just enough.’ It’s as if we’re listening in. Sara Barker is talking about her work and we are the privileged ones overhearing her conversation as she looks eloquently for the words which will express what she is doing.

The experience of looking at her work is...

September 11, 2016

September 10, 2015

When you walk in it feels as if the walls are floating. They’re washed with some sort of pale colour in wide strips. Of course it’s not the walls themselves but a set of square paintings that sort of hover in films of light.

 

Agnes Martin’s work is ethereal. And I’m not...

March 29, 2015

Pawel Pawlikowski’s film is in black and white.

Why?

Light.

Concentration/focus

Tone

Mood

Shadow

No distractions

Form and shape and composition

Purity

Withholding

Sensuality

Things of the world and the body versus things of the spirit

Line

Texture

Puritanical view

Failings of the thin...

February 7, 2015

Berlin (diary) – and painting – February 2015

Bulletin 1:

Colour first: grey, of course, but not warm grey – bluish, blackish, Paynes grey with white, plenty of white and a touch of lemon yellow. Not that it’s dark, and on the days there was snow it was rather bright at...

January 6, 2015

Marlene Dumas: The Image as Burden, curated by Leontine Coelwij at the Stedelijk Museum, Amsterdam from 6th September 2014 to 4th January 2015

 

rough lash of colour  / dark spread of blood   /some blue Marilyn, mouth round a bottle / dead lips kissing the ground/...

September 11, 2013

It was Iceland (not the pavilion, which I’m sorry I didn’t manage to see), and that sailing boat with its haunting brass; that and the way the country came up all the time in talk. Had you been there? How about the heat and the cold right next to each other; the blue o...

September 10, 2013

What room is left for internal images – for dreams, hallucinations and visions – in an era besieged by external ones? And what is the point of creating an image of the world when the world itself has become increasingly like an image?’

 

Massimiliamo Gioni, director 55th...

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