By Alexander Stone We are drowning in data, yet thirsting for meaning. We live in an age of supposed perfect recall, our lives documented in…
By Sara Bright Look closer. That simple instruction, so often a casual suggestion, becomes a profound mandate when standing before a work by Donald Rust.…
By Alexander Stone Architecture used to be about shelter. Then, for a few glorious centuries, it was about art, power, and God. Now, it is…
By Sara Bright Pablo Picasso is not a painter; he is a weather system. An elemental force that swept through the 20th century, tearing up…
By Tessa Nolan There is a peculiar, almost Beckettian poetry to the statement issued by the Adams County Coroner’s Office. A man is dead, found…
By Maria Bregman I was at a book launch in Bloomsbury a few years back, the kind where the white wine is warm and the…
By Maria Bregman We are taught to admire the lifeboat. In the grand narrative of human suffering, particularly the systematised horror of the Blitz, the…
By Alexander Stone Awards are rarely just awards. At their best, they are coded messages, cultural signals sent up like flares against a darkening sky.…
By Sara Bright There is an old, rather grim alchemy at the heart of pop music. It is the art of turning the lead of…
By Sara Bright Some paintings are pictures. Others are documents. A select, rare few are crime scenes. Jan van Eyck’s Arnolfini Portrait of 1434 is…