Text Fields SITE TF002 is an exploration of the liminal zone that lies between the kind of quotidian space through which one wal...

p535 "When I wrote them, the sentences of my article were so weak compared to my thought, so complicated and opaque compared to my harm...

In true Panofsky fashion the book hops in and out of Neo-Platonism, Aristotelianism, Scholasticism, and many of their recombinations and ref...

The post in which I revisited an old text talked about a form of heaviness, a solid presence which I often feel weighing down from somewher...

These are all taken from ‘The Painter of Modern Life and Other Essays’. Reading them was easy and enjoyable since most of the ideas set out ...

I wrote this a couple of years ago as a cathartic exercise through which I wanted to give form to, while also venting some frustrations, que...

These are taken from Hickey's Four Essays on Beauty, his other masterful collection "Air Guitar, Essays on Art and Democracy"...

I wrote the extract below (after the dotted line) for another blog-thing about a month ago after having been to see Mark Leckey (last year’s...

A couple of things I quite like that I found on skipping through an old sketchbook: ...........................................................

I should probably mention, after my brother thought that I was both a girl who sees animals everywhere and an insanely finnicky aesthete wh...

She has long since stopped spending entire weekends at what were once called squat raves, but she has nevertheless retained from these event...

The night before last I was sitting somewhere in the middle of the orchestra stalls –the lowest area of seating- in the Royal Opera House, ...

Considering how much Schopenhauer loved Hegel: "The height of audacity in serving up pure nonsense, in stringing together senseless and...

“The beauty of art presents itself to sense, to feeling, to perception, to imagination; its sphere is not that of thought, and the apprehens...

Bin London has changed alot in the past decade, and while I don’t agree with those who opine that the very “soul” of the city has been lost ...

Bin I remember being cold and wet; or rather I remember peering down roads looking for a façade resembling the one described in our guide-bo...

Bin In another of Meireles’ installations I was leaning across a farm gate, looking through a metal grille, which was apparently attached to...

These are yummy morsels from PartI of Jacqueline Lichtenstein's meticulous exploration of the history of the French Enlightenment'...

Bin A series of lines on millimeter graph paper that is slightly off white and grubby, aged and used, bearing the effort expended on it in g...