Clown jewels “Are you a clown, a fool, a buffoon or just stupid?” If so, put on your red nose, get in your clown car and head off to the Annual Clown Festival in Weston-super-mare, which starts today.
Highlights include a balloon modell[…]

Not Another Fucking Landscape.
I have been working nights in a gas station, namely Petro-Canada, which used to be public, but is now owned 72 per cent privately. They push the Canadian identity thing pretty far, with a red and white colour scheme; s[…]

Flaming hell Michael Ignatieff, in an interview in the FT a few weekends ago, made some interesting, informed comments about the Iraq situation and the future of the UN. On the strength of this, I picked up a copy of his new novel, Charlie Johnson […]

I love the British Museum, and go there a lot (it’s a five minute walk from work, a fine lunchtime diversion). But it does annoy me too. They closed the Japanese gallery a couple of months back, in favour of some more offices. I was told that i[…]

What’s Wrong And What To Do About It is a weblog and a rather good one (it reminds me a bit of the long lost Blue Lines but a bit cheekier – I particularly liked the “Let’s Move Christmas” entry). More importantly though[…]

Days of plenty / Glasshouse Stories
It’s a glorious day outside but even before you step into the near-pitch blackness, it’s already an intimidating experience. By the time you even walk into the exhibition space at the Chisenhale you&#8[…]

Andrew Lloyd Webber is a populist composer, an unashamed Tory, and an easy target, so it’s hardly surprising that given the golden opportunity of his new art exhibition the Guardian enjoys a good old sneer. Bar a handful of old songs I have no […]

ED RUSCHA – They Called Her Styrene
I don’t think I have ever seen an Ed Ruscha piece in a gallery. My encounter with the fella I would probably call my favourite artist was in Waterstones on Oxford Street. I am not even a big book buyer,[…]

Days of Plenty / Simple Pleasures: while I’m wandering to and from work, or from pub to pub, or from gallery to gallery, David Batchelor (showing at the Anthony Wilkinson Gallery) must roam the streets of London looking for unburied treasure. […]

Takashi Murakami- Mr. Cloud.
He used to meditate between the orientalism of the west and the fetishizing of western progress found in Japan. With the mushroom cloud deaths head bunny (1) he asked Japan if they could make anything cute, with My Lones[…]