grief marks – the coming together of an exhibition
After an irreconcilable loss, you end up doing strange things. I found myself on hands and knees, making black ink
After an irreconcilable loss, you end up doing strange things. I found myself on hands and knees, making black ink
i came up with some rules for painting, unearthed from what it is i actually do
This is a question that comes up quite frequently in life as well as in art, and particularly in the
This is a season when a cyclical grief comes around for me again, and the only thing it makes any
last weekend was the Parallax Art Fair, I took along the second painting from ‘Bonfires and Bones…;
this is the one that went wrong, oh so very wrong…
there’s no such word really as creativeness – but there should be. even more so there should be the word