What monsters are we? What monsters to stare at the barbed and crushing cruel and devouring dead and decayed reflections of our own comfort and cry disgust setting thick lines and stark colours as clear divides between ourselves and what we say should never be but is, eternally and always […]
Tate Modern
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Dredge dig exploit for beauty’s sake with a retelling that turns passion into parable person into picture and place into history frayed and digestible crisp and gone in deep inhalations by jealous consumers eager to live but terrified of living save by dredging digging and exploiting Like my work? Check […]
No message no fact no state no service no us no we no me so what? An act an instant an indulgence but no sins wiped no soul to save no hell to fear no heaven to find no hate to hide no love for longing so what? A movement […]
I spent a few hours at the Tate Modern the other day. My knowledge of art is, at best, completely non-existent. I know what I like and, in general, I’m willing to give the rest the benefit of the doubt, assuming it’s got some sense of purpose or emotion behind […]