I wrote this review for The Arts Desk 30 March 2012. The Jerwood Gallery on Stade beach in Hastings has so far had a fraught if very short history. Local opposition, largely from the neighbouring fishing community, have campaigned relentlessly against the gallery, fearing that it would ruin the Stade’s rustic charm and bring little […]Read More Review: New Jerwood Gallery and Rose Wylie’s painted memory
In the wake of the North African revolutions the lurid stories of pop royalty dancing for the pleasure of petro-tyrants for big money got me thinking: since when have artists ever done just the opposite and refused to sell out, opting to stick it to the man instead? There are plenty of examples of great […]Read More Sticking it to The Man
The biggest enterprise of public arts cuts in modern times occured during the 90s and 00s in the former Eastern Bloc as the last granite, steel and concrete vestiges of the communist regimes were torn down. These sometimes enormous statues were demolished, often in the middle of the night, between mobs of people supporting or […]Read More Monuments to Nothing in Particular
I was looking forward to seeing Damien Hirst’s spot paintings the other weekend, I visited the Gagosian Gallery expecting the profusion of spot paintings to be overwhelming, giddy even. In reality it had a dulling effect on me. These icons of the 90s, with their clean, simple, relentlessly flat surfaces just look bland in one […]Read More Colour Me Bland
Come Together is a record most British fans of the indie genre would know well as a track that straddles the boundaries of indie rock and acid house music. It’s a remix of a gospel-inspired Primal Scream track that appeared on their critically acclaimed ‘Screamadelica’ album of 1991, a collaboration between the band and house […]Read More We Know that Music is Music?
What would a difficult painting look like? You could paint violent or sexual scenes, you could paint grotesque ugliness. But primary colours? Be afraid. Primary colours just don’t work together. They are by definition at opposite ends of the colour wheel, they’ll never get on. Even Rodchenko’s red, yellow and blue monochromes, an astonishing piece […]Read More Colour Me Bad
I caught the last performance of Castor & Pollux at the London Coliseum and was taken aback as I took my seat. Right there before you as the Overture played out was an enormous box, which turned out to be an amazing feat of conceptual staging. All the action takes place inside this huge wooden […]Read More Castor & Pollux: the old in the new