In times of short attention, art seems to be a passe institution. However, the more things change, the more we should covet the methods of the old masters.
I recently travelled to Bali seeking self-discovery. I found disposable truisms, self-pollution, and a cracking facade within a completely unregulated industry.
As children, we were great devourers of the arts, of experiences and time. As adults, we’ve customised our life around devices, subjects of the great curation.
Christmas is defined by two things. Those who are present, and those who no longer are. It took me leaving the country, and myself, to realise this. Love is what we have, love is all we have. Cherish it.
We might have recently lost Mirka Mora, but to me, she is inexorably linked to the past, and the memories of home that never waver.