Tag Archives: Toronto Biennial

Ohiya (singing vow): Inkpata Nawaze Naci, Naci, coze May Maya Leci cu wana. Winona: The magic of the night of nights beckons me, beckons me, beckons me; a wonder-world is sheltered ‘neath the trees from grass and shrub and willows low. Come mystic voices, sighs, enchanting breeze from mystic voices, sighs enchanting breeze. The pallid […]

TAKE THE PRESSURE OF THE MACHINE OF THE BIENALE’S [SIC] AND GIVE OVER TO A DIFFERENT PROCESS. TOO MUCH INSTITIONALISATION. STOP. ALLOW THE DIFFERENCE. BE CONFUSED. IT’S HEALTHY. – Brook Andrew and Anthony Gardner ‘NIRIN WURRUNMARRA’ in ‘Art and its Worlds: Exhibitions, Institutions and Art Becoming Public’ (Afterall, 2021), pp. 68-79. Sydney March 12 to […]

O the virtue of ignorance! So much nothing in this Doom life! Here’s the thing: who’s going to read this? Ask anyone but me. By Hercules, no one, not one person, no single body. Either sing a duet or be dumb in silence. Nothing between. “How deplorable to be deploring of art!” (There’s no basket […]

Holiness is what is dear to the gods. Who said that? I dunno but it’s not helpful. Never mind, ignore it. Let’s check-in instead. So, how are you coping? Healthy and sane? My starting position (forced on each of us, black reader and white writer, by this writing and our society) were the sites of […]