Annabel Wyatt
What made you want to become an artist? I suppose it was just something I have just always done since I was a child. Some people like dancing and become a dancer, some like building cars and become a mechanic, it’s just your natural path in life. My parents were always very encouraging although, not...
London Bits
“Rising from London’s slum clearances, these buildings are the original city redevelopments. Long after the 2012 hype has disappeared their inhabitants will still remain, a testament to building for longevity and the antithesis of short term planning for maximum gain. The washing will continue to wave like flags from wherever it can.” ‘London Bits’ is a collection...
The Hand That Never Stopped Painting XXVIII
The Hand That Never Stopped Painting XXVIII’ by Struan Kennedy A sick joke is what many will say of Morten Viskum’s work and, if this is their opinion then so be it, however I would like to take the time to say a few words to the many. This article will try and communicate the...
Talking Rubbish with Karla Marchesi
There is something strangely inviting about Karla Marchesi’s cluttered interiors. I imagine the must of old books and out of date newspapers blended with that smell that old people have… I picture myself diving into the rooms depicted, and rummaging about with wide eyes, desperate to discover something – anything. Within each painting, lies some...
Paintings by Hogan Brown, Langham Gallery, Lambs Conduit Street
You’re born, live a little (geographically speaking, even octogenarians are but a blink compared to how the mantle buckles mm by mm) then die. If this is news to you, I apologise. And all usually within four walls. Not the same, but in one of a few variations. Unless you are the outdoorsy type, and...
Shadowplay: The Art of Camera-less Photography
The popular conception of photography today is of an instantaneous, digital medium, enjoyed by the everyman and driven by the number of megapixels our cameras can produce allied with intuitive software, boasting features such as multi-point focus and face recognition. All but the most basic of mobile phones sport a camera with a tiny lens...
‘Who Does He Think He Is?’
‘Who Does He Think He Is?’ O! A son of Albion gives birth to the sun of Venice And in doing so he gives heaven to the earth Wielding brushes of both magic and menace But what are we presented with-really? that tiny tattoo on that sail Amongst a rabble of scribbles and scrabbles Spoken...
My Beloved Udaipur
Udaipur wasn’t called the Venice of the East without a reason. The diamonds of reflections cast upon the placid, ever expanding Lake Pichola and the shadows that play on the yellow walls of Bagore Ki Haveli Museum have struck the romantic chords of lovers’ bliss in the past and a lonely man’s philosophical pondering. An...
“Hirst’s Dots …or is that Spots?” Gagosian Gallery, Athens 2012
Leaning over the wash-basin, where I normally do my thinking and, therefore, little of it. I contemplate having just volunteered to go to the Athenian arm of Gagosian’s continent-spanning galleries and review Damien Hirst’s most recent foray into exhibitionism. I’m most definitely of two minds about this review since my first piece for Flaneur was...
