Maybe what I am feeling is a COVID-induced high. After six months of being denied access to galleries and museums, they are finally open to us again. It’s like walking into a room where all your favourite people are waiting to embrace you. You know those nights where the evenings just flow? A gentle common choreography, where conversations roll you around the room, like eddies … Continue reading How Chicago stole my art heart: Ramiro Gomez, Paul Heyer, Eva Hesse and André Derain.
You see it on Instagram all the time, artist’s posting their latest work, getting thumbs up and endless praise. None of those followers say ‘You’re shit’ – or very few of them. I’ve seen an endless amount of rubbish being gushed over like it’s the new The women of Algiers. As artists, our insecurities mean we love praise, we need it, hunger for it, but … Continue reading You will never succeed as an #artist without someone to tell you you’re shit.
When I heard that the Chuck Close exhibition at the Museum of Contemporary Art Australia was just prints I was really put off. I mean, would you go and see an exhibition of Francis Bacon prints? You’d lose that texture, the thickness of the paint. It would be silly, indeed. Stupid me. It clearly shows my lack of understanding of Chuck’s work that much of … Continue reading How much Chuck can a wood Chuck cut? #closetochuck #ChuckClose
While there’s protests on the streets, water cannon and armoured riot police in back alleyways, Instanbul Modern proudly adorns its walls with this work, Miner, by Nedim Günsür. To me, it’s a protest in itself. More striking for me is how little I know about artists from this area. As an artist, my art worldview is wallpapered with American, British and Europeans artists, with small … Continue reading Face of a miner at Instanbul Modern, #turkeyminedisaster on my mind
I was lucky enough to stop by Ben Quilty‘s exhibition at the National Art School. Ben was the offical war artist in Afghanistan, commissioned by the Australian War Memorial. His works are staggering in scale and paintwork. It looks like he’s taken great slabs of paint and smeared them across the canvas. It makes the paint very meaty, very chunky and made me want to … Continue reading Why you want to bite into Ben Quilty’s work, just mind the nipples