I’m not looking for sympathy here, but I feel compelled to say this: art and culture writers have tough jobs. Finding worthy leads to follow is not the demanding part; neither is reviewing, which you can learn on the beat. But getting artists to talk about their work? That’s a different story. It is easier to chat up random strangers in the street, than get some of our artists to sing about the thoughts and processes that govern their output.
Read MoreAs an art writer for a few years now, I’ve come to terms with the fact that I can’t actually afford to own a lot of high art. Or any, for that matter, if I were to apply the conventional definition of a canvas painting or an installation sourced from a gallery with the help of a dealer.
Read MoreLast week, two excellent exhibitions at the Bhau Daji Lad (BDL) Museum reminded me of why Mumbai’s oldest museum remains my favourite in the city. One was ‘Silver Magic: Vintage Photographs of the Golden Age of Hindi Cinema’, portraits by J.H. Thakker, curated by Ram Rahman, who recently put together a retrospective from Sunil Janah’s formidable body of work for the National Gallery of Modern Art.
Read MoreI’ve often walked the fragrant ‘avenues’ of Maker Maxity in Bandra Kurla Complex, taking a peek through the buffed glass doors at the artworks the building is famous for. The exhibit that I have always had mixed feelings for is one that is suspended from a high ceiling in a building that accommodates international financial firms. It’s titled ‘Planet Bombay’ (2008).
Read MoreEarlier this week, the Turner Prize was presented amid a predictable whirlpool of chatter and bewilderment. The annual award given out to a British artist under the age of 50 years, is the rough equivalent of the art world’s Oscars, complete with a parallel, Razzie-style spoof prize, the Turnip.
Read MoreUntil earlier this year, I’d routinely scoff at Instagram as the resort of duck-faced narcissists whose knowledge of geometry was limited to top angles. Naturally, I wasn’t actually on Instagram. As a proud Information Age-Luddite and human to a slow (but adored) three-year-old Nokia Lumia 710, I had no choice but to steer clear of the social media platform.
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