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WORKING WITH THAT 'EL GRECO' GUY

WORKING WITH THAT ‘EL GRECO’ GUY

    I’ve used golden paint before and have been wanting to use it again for some time, but the real novelty for me has been working around previous paintings. I’ve dealt with music, literature and films in my projects, but painting about other people’s paintings just never seemed right to me, like the work’s...
THE SIMPLE SEA

THE SIMPLE SEA

    I was rummaging through endless files on my computer this morning, looking for some images I need and can’t find and came across an image I don’t need but haven’t looked at for years. That of a sculpture called Mar (Sea) that I made as a student, must have been 1997. I look...
QUOTE: LEV TOLSTOI

QUOTE: LEV TOLSTOI

“A work of art is only real when the perceiver cannot imagine any more than that which he sees or hears or understands. when the perceiver experiences a feeling similar to reminiscence, that  this, he says, already was many times, that he knew this long ago, only wasn’t able to say, but now himself has...
THAT GUY IN THE BIG LEBOWSKI!

THAT GUY IN THE BIG LEBOWSKI!

    Lots of people think country music is crap. In a way they might be right but more often than not I think they’re letting the music be overshadowed by the kind of people they think listen to it, their politics, image… A few weeks back I met up with a friend to eat...
CONCERT FOR ANARCHY

CONCERT FOR ANARCHY

    The least that you expect from a piano is that it be the right way up, but this one is hanging upside down. Too far above my head for me to touch but close enough for me to feel its weight and potential danger in my abdomen. I look at it, it menacingly...
ARTIST STUDIO: TONY CRAGG

ARTIST STUDIO: TONY CRAGG

Tony Cragg is so prolific and his sculpture uses such a variety of materials that it’s easy to imagine him covered in crap hammering away in a gritty workshop. But this picture shows him clean and well dressed in an organised space of almost religious purity; a space in Wuppertal, Germany that has twenty full...
OLD STONES

OLD STONES

    On my Sunday run this morning making a second attempt at an incursion into the mountainsides of Sierra Nevada – Spain not California – trying to reach the village of Monachil, where I would meet up with my family who were waiting there for me with dry clothes and coffee. Most of the...
AN IMAGE OF THE SELF

AN IMAGE OF THE SELF

    That same rectangular shape with a bite missing on its left side repeats itself like a heartbeat, always the same yet each time different and unique. The thick pink and green slime has a gastric effect that could well end up with an unhealthy craving, or perhaps disgust, for chewing on something rubbery,...
WISH YOU WERE HERE

WISH YOU WERE HERE

    I would spend hours looking through the faded biscuit tin full of family photographs that was kept in the bottom draw of an old writing desk in all the houses I lived in as a child. I clearly remember the feel of those rainy days I spent staring through black and white pictures...
THE TRIANGULAR FIELD

THE TRIANGULAR FIELD

      A man raises his arm as he walks in the direction of a horse that is peacefully grazing close to a wall. Balthus has decided that I only see this wall from above. The man is obviously shouting at the animal – a lacerating thought in the tranquility of this idyllic pre-industrial...
HENDRIX'S LAST BASEMENT

HENDRIX’S LAST BASEMENT

    Maybe Hendrix died in a basement, I don’t know. This basement is covered in vomit – Isn’t that what the paint splashes on the floor are? – as a reminder of the cause of his death and a warning of what could happen to any of us if we chose his lifestyle. The...
THE BIRTHDAY PARTY

THE BIRTHDAY PARTY

    A Studio With a View is a year old today!  I’ve never been very good with birthday parties, save Harold Pinter’s extraordinary play and Nick Cave’s gothic rock band. I’ve had an excellent time writing about art and books and music and other things I like to waste my time with, and would...