Rich and I were offered tickets to the final dress rehearsal for Salome at the Royal Opera House by his aunty; Rosalind Plowright – an opera singer who is in the production. Spending Monday morning at an opera in Covent Garden is quite surreal. But a rather nice cultural injection – after a weekend slightly
(After publishing this post – I received a message from the artist – expressing his disappointment that my review was inaccurate and biased. I have added his message at the bottom of the post – followed with my response to his message and then his second response…) Artist Jamie McCartney spent 10 years casting vaginas
On Saturday afternoon I hopped on my beloved London Overground train and happily travelled about three million stops down south. I’m from north London so, although I don’t have anything against the south, it felt a bit weird when I got off the train – as the air is different down there. Slightly more polluted.
Last night I went to the wonderful Kings Place to hear Carol Ann Duffy ‘and friends’ recite poetry. I was offered a ticket last minute from a friend, as she’d been stood up. Lucky me. Unlucky stander-upper. She missed out. Kings Place is AMAZING. There’s a sprawling foyer with plenty of seating – long tables
I just discovered Natasha Guderman, a photographer living in Paris. She likes to photograph women – naked – in their homes. On the Creative Review website she said: ‘I photograph young parisian women nude, always at home, in their intimacy. Being a foreigner, I use my work as a means to approach and better undertstand
Muriel Barbery’s Paris-based novel moved, enlightened, delighted and surprised me – with continuous references to thoughts and situations I’ve found myself dwelling on of late. Originally written in French – the translation is flawless. And I think, in fact, that something is added by translating from French; a Romance language – the language of love.
David Shrigley is famous for his simple, annotated drawings. Often humorous, sometimes political – they have lined a wall of the members bar at Tate Modern, have no doubt appeared on many greetings card and have been published in books. He is currently exhibiting at the Hayward and I went to check it out last
I’m a big fan of Sarah Maple’s art work. Her solo exhibition ‘It’s a Girl’ was displayed at the Aubin Gallery last month – just before I began working there. I’m gutted that I missed the exhibition but working in the Aubin’s Sarah Maple-adorned gallery office is slight compensation. I am surrounded by huge canvasses
Easter Sunday, for the agnostics amongst us, poses no routine obligation (family get-together, trip to church) but, as a national holiday – is a good opportunity to take-a-break. In multi-cultural London – the shops don’t even close, necessarily. Why should they? We don’t all believe it is necessary to celebrate the supposed resurrection of Christ
Yesterday I went to an early evening talk at the RCA. The subject was ‘writing in situ’ and the speakers were Jane Rendell, Sally O’Reilly and Brian Dillan. As writing within the art world is now deemed a genre of its own – the three artists/writers were asked to discuss the role of space/ spatial
When I was 18 – but thought I was about 36 – I popped ten, heavy novels into a backpack with a pair of pink Converse, a bikini and some sensibly-lengthed shorts, and boarded the plane to India. At around 6am, I found myself stranded in Kochi, Kerala – Southern India, with Lizzie – my