Like Wild Horses Running Away Over The Hills
For me art has in some way or another always been an integral part of my genetic makeup – the child I was, the person I am. I have come from a long line of master tailors. They came from Egypt to these Antipodean lands and they brought with them their passion for life. My father, grandfather and mother all worked in creating beautiful garments.
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Free at last, free at last, thank God Almighty we are free at last
In a recent article in The Guardian newspaper the question was asked – can art save the world? As idealistic as I am it would be hard for me to think that this, on the face of it could be possible and yet I have always had my suspicions that there may be some truth to this. Could John Lennon’s song, Imagine, in some way make all the ‘people live life in peace’? Maybe.
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A Handful of Dust – the intrinsic flaws in art
As an artist I have always searched for the imperfection in an artwork. Perhaps imperfection isn’t quite the right term to use – let’s call it the ‘flaw’ or ‘fault’ in a work of art. The ‘intrinsic flaw’ in the nature of the work that defines it – its actual character.
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Everybody Knows
Antony Gormley The 007 of Public Art Stirred but not shaken
Antony Gormley is an exceptional sculptor who I greatly admire. When reading the responses to comments made by him on public art a few weeks ago the lyrics and music of Leonard Cohen’s Everybody knows came to mind.
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Alien Nations, Sumo Wrestlers and Public Sculpture
What people forget about sculpture, especially public sculpture, is that by its very nature we are dealing with a physical entity. It occupies and alters space.
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