Anish Kapoor

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Esquire Art 2007 - 2010

Anish Kapoor creates odd shapes that seem unafraid of their own mystery, or at times of their own perfection. He is not an artist who seeks to make the world in his own likeness. Rather he is someone who becomes excited by what happens if the ego is stripped away and the unconscious allowed to make sculptures that have a life force and a dynamic strength all of their own. He makes work which seems to stretch from the time before we set foot on the earth or look to the time when we might no longer be needed here.

Andy Warhol

Published: 
Esquire Art 2007 - 2010

Every night now before I go to sleep I read deeply in Andy Warhol’s diaries. It is lovely being in the company of one of the silliest people who has ever lived; it is lovely also hearing about Warhol’s outings every evening in a New York he made his own, where he met other people of his kind, people who, in general, just like him, did not have a thought in their heads.

Cezanne

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A talk given in December 2008 at the Courtauld Institute in London about Cezanne's 'La Route Tournante'

In these later years Cezanne did not cease to study and worry, to see what he still might so. He was solitary and difficult and devoted to his art as a mystic might be to salvation. ‘I think the best thing to do is to work hard,’ he wrote. He was involved in the most exacting process which had nothing to do with either representation or with impression.

Among the Flutterers

Tóibín, C., 2010. Among the Flutterers. Review of The Pope Is Not Gay by Quattrocchi, A., translated by Giuliani, R. C. London Review of Books [Online] vol. 32 no. 16 pp. 3-9. Available from http://www.lrb.co.uk/v32/n16/colm-toibin/among-the-flutterers [Accessed 30 August 2010].

In Lovely Blueness: Adventures in Troubled Light

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In 2004 Colm Toibin curated an exhibition at the Chester Beatty Library in Dublin called 'Blue' which consisted of blue objects from the collection. This is his introduction to the catalogue.

The world was a bowl of lovely soft blueness. It was early morning in Port Douglas in Queensland in Northern Australia. As the boat began to move out towards the Great Barrier Reef there was not a cloud in the sky nor a vessel in the sea. A haze of heat over the water made the sky above us seem the only solid thing on earth in its vast clarity, its implacable and untouchable beauty.