US EDITION OF THE WORLD’S OLDEST MAGAZINE
Mother of all memoirs
The art historian’s memoir is no feminist treatise
Zoe Strimpel
Spending a few days with the artist famous for his brooding ‘black paintings’ was not something I was sure I’d enjoy
Lex Duff
When the aliens land in thousands of years, or sometime around Christmas of this year, we want them to think: these were their gods
Cockburn
The hues she’s employed are bodily, yet transcend into a surreal haze
Rachel Summer Small
The Troubles taboo
There is something truly pathological about the taboo given that Irish art is awash with politics
Aidan Harte