If you are in the known in the London art scene, chances are you have found yourself on a 6pm train to Deptford to catch a beer at an opening before they’re gone. Over the past few years, a cluster of art galleries, studio spaces...
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Freddie Powell is shaking up the London art scene. On a not so regular Friday, I make my way to the Barbican, leaving at Farringdon tube station and stopping in my tracks shortly after on an unassuming street. Hiding in plain sight is Sunset II...
Freddie Powell is shaking up t...
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I write as I recover from this visual hangover - visual, emotional, in a post-anxiety state. I write from the sofa, lying down, as the sitting and standing states suggest too much energy to be recommendable for today....
I write as I recover from this...
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A badminton shuttlecock hits the head of the gentleman in front of me with a resounding thud. The girls don't notice. The shuttlecock falls into the sand, they pick it up and continue playing. There seems to be an opaque dome separating the two worlds,...
A badminton shuttlecock hits t...
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Theodore Ereira-Guyer has his first solo exhibition, Thicket, with Elizabeth Xi Bauer Gallery. From an English mother and Portuguese father, we exchange experiences between the two cities when I let him into my meeting room....
Theodore Ereira-Guyer has his ...
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Do lado de cá do vidro vê-se, através do reflexo azul, a cara a contorcer-se. Do lado de lá, ele continua imóvel. De boca aberta, dá para contar todos os dentes das várias fileiras. Os tubarões têm em média 50 a 300 dentes....
Do lado de cá do vidro vê-se...
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Mould is not a condition of art, but it can be. Dust is not a condition of art, but it can be. The false is not a condition of art, but it can be. Art is not a condition of art.Several of these elements should...
Mould is not a condition of ar...
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The exhibition opens with a lift. With two steps forward and a leap backwards, I realise it won’t let me in, the wall bricks won’t allow me. Ceci n’est pas un ascenseur. Ceci is an image. A photograph, I think, a painting, I realise when I...
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My eyes wander over the hastily changing black squares, waiting to check the time. The mechanical ticking of the gears is comforting as if my boarding time is about to appear. I hold my breath in anticipation of the race to the platform. The spinning...
My eyes wander over the hastil...
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