I first came across Alice Neel's work when my tutor Richard recommended to me the documentary Alice Neel, a film made by her grandson in 2007. This was another hit from the Glasgow School of Art library's DVD collection. This film, which I watched in my second year at GSA at age eighteen or nineteen,… Continue reading On Alice Neel’s Babies
Tag: painting
On the Paintings of Rouen
I've been writing a bit about painting recently. Oddly enough, it actually took a couple of years of writing this blog to get going on painting analysis; I started writing mainly about film, literature, and other assorted cultural ephemera (lesbian vampires); I would continue making my own work in watercolour and oils, but painting remained outside my writing.
On Lynette Yiadom-Boakye’s Birds
Lynette Yiadom-Boakye: The Counter (oil on canvas, 2010) "At Ease As The Day Breaks Beside Its Erasure And At Pains To Temper The Light At Liberty Like The Owl When The Need Comes Knocking To Fly In League With The Night." Lynette Yiadom-Boakye With a borrowed Tate membership card in hand, I recently managed to… Continue reading On Lynette Yiadom-Boakye’s Birds
On Manon
A week or so ago, I was briefly back at Chelsea College of Arts for an exhibition of Chelsea and Hong Kong artists who had completed an exchange residency, showing the results from their time in either London or Hong Kong. As part of our conversation, I mentioned the 'Sex or Death' game; something daft… Continue reading On Manon
On Dorothea Tanning
I don't see why one shouldn't be absolutely fascinated with the human form ... we go through life in this wonderful envelope. Why not try and acknowledge that and say something about it? So what I try to say about it is transformation. Dorothea Tanning Having a UAL student card and a Whitechapel Gallery staff… Continue reading On Dorothea Tanning
On Leonora Carrington
My mother entered, pale with rage. 'We'd just sat down at table,' she said, 'when that thing, sitting in your place, got up and shouted: "So I smell a bit strong, what? Well I don't eat cakes." Whereupon it tore off its face and ate it, and with one great bound, disappeared through the window.'… Continue reading On Leonora Carrington
Sertraline Dreams 