How to gaze: Not in these four galleries

I am so angry. Last night I went for a little wander along Consell de Cent to see what I…

Tits and Arse, Clit. Wank Shit. And Bugger Me if I know what’s going on.

An incoherent whole: The impossible art of curating.

Naked or knickers? A man’s view of a (not quite) nude woman.

The folds, the form, the fecundity.

They are all the same. The same two pieces conjoined. Again and again, the same flat surfaces…

The ageless quotidian. Why artists should (and shouldn’t) steal from one another.

Fake art and five artists

I feel like a fake. A fraud. I feel hollow inside. I feel like everything I have done, everything I might do, is…

100% Orange

Where do you put your art for sale? In a gallery? In a shop? On the Internet? I’m worried now that I have taken to the belief that art is…

How the Blob came to Brooklyn, Barcelona.

Like Steve McQueen’s character in the original 1958 film “The Blob”, I want to scream…