A street vox pop asks strangers which artwork they’d own if money were no object, and the dull answers, the ones that sell it on, say a lot about art’s transformation into an asset class.
A visit to the National Portrait Gallery's Marilyn Monroe exhibition, read through the parallel history of photography.
Mandé-jazz ensemble Balimaya Project at Snape Maltings. Their vibrant, genre-fluid sound recalls reference to African music that has, in part, soundtracked my life—joyous, evocative, and far beyond the rubric of “world music.”
In Edinburgh’s Portrait Gallery, I discovered Avigdor Arikha’s striking portrait of Lord Home. Its scale, texture, and colour revealed the irreplaceable presence of the original - something no reproduction can match - capturing the unassuming grace of Britain’s “quiet aristocrat.”