This is not a tirade against a wise and witty, relatively well-known Novelist. It is instead a reflection on the free-wheeling, ever-evolving life of an artwork, experienced one afternoon in the shadows of my own personal interaction with said Novelist… One day, quite unexpectedly, I found myself standing beside a relatively well-known Novelist. An elongated giant of a…
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When we step in front of a painting or when we stand at the base of a sculpture, our eyes take control of the show. Scanning the forms before us, they wander across lines, encounter combinations of colour and glance at the nearby wall text. The gallery is indebted to the act of seeing, visual perception…
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A little less resolute than Descartes’ “I think, therefore I am,” the Bluecoat exhibition “I exist (in some way)” takes the latter half of this philosophical reasoning and expands on the age-old enquiry into human existence. The featured artists strive to uncover the deeply layered repertoire of Middle Eastern identities, while at the same time…
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