‘We are all blind to our own profiles, in the same way that we don’t know the backs of our own heads’ Tacita Dean on Philip Guston
In all the time I knew her, she had been highly sprung. She lived with and without light, sang with the birds, and when her time came, stopped in a fraction of a second, completely unwound.
A strange form appears on the horizon in this painting. Is it the heel of a shoe or a horseshoe? It could be the parted hair and forehead Guston painted to symbolise Mckim. He described the transformative potential of the painting process to the poet Bill Berkson: You're painting a shoe; you start painting the sole, and it turns into a moon; you start painting the moon, and it turns into a piece of bread. Paintings of Philip Guston
He has heavy hands
Following last years earthquake, a lot of people got married, but and equal number split up, realising life was too short to spend with the wrong person
The simple text message, #REL1=ON, was enough to blow the vehicle to smithereens. The time was 2.58pm. Assassination of Daphne Caruana Galizia
