It’s great while the money lasts but quickly seems like a crumbling empire when things go bad.

There is no fundamental beauty and there is no fundamental truth.

The only consolation is output… turning all that ‘inspiration’ into something else.

For the most part this review is not about the art but about my heroic struggle to overcome my disappointment.

I can distinctly remember when I realised I’d had enough of art. It was a Wednesday.

It often seems that Australia is awash in art prizes.

Wankers? Hmmm.

I was born in 1962, which meant that, by the time I was seven years old, the United States had … More

Whoever decided to put Bob Ross’s TV series on Netflix deserves a promotion and a raise.