By Sara Bright They were portals. Tucked into wire racks in smoky bookshops or piled high on market stalls, the paperback covers of the 1970s…
By Sara Bright It began, as terror often does, with a polite knock on a hotel room door. A mundane, civilised sound that gave no…
By Sara Bright There was a strange, beautiful stillness in Paris this week. A palpable sense of a breath being held. During the Fall 2025…
By Sara Bright There are moments when the machinery of the state and the untamable spirit of art collide with the force of a car…
By Sara Bright It is scuffed, scratched, and stained. Its black leather bears the ghostly imprints of stickers long since removed. A pair of silver…
In December 1981, the poet and critic Rene Ricard published an essay in Artforum that would permanently alter the trajectory of contemporary art. Titled “The…
By Sara Bright There are stories that are true, and then there are stories that need to be true. They are so perfect, so emotionally…
By Sara Bright In the stratosphere of hyper-capitalism, money ceases to be a mere medium of exchange. It becomes a gravitational force, a tide that…
There is a particular, glossy species of melancholy that thrives under the gallery lights of the twenty-first century. It is meticulously rendered, profoundly beautiful, and…
By Sara Bright What is poetry for, in an age of relentless noise? Is it a quiet refuge, a place to hide from the storm?…