Hans Feibusch is the last of Hitler's Degenerate Artists. The last survivor. It must feel funny to be 'the last' of a group, simply because you're still alive. The degenerates were the collection of German artists - otherwise unconnected to each-other - who were named and shamed, exiled and imprisoned, because their art was defined 'contrary to the public good' by the Third Reich.
I recently attended a lunch where a former couple (of two men) introduced their third partner (also a man) as part of their 'thrupple'. It was not a term I had heard before but an arrangement that I certainly had. Someone suggested it was strange - a pejorative word - and I corrected them saying that it was unusual in this day but was not odd or strange.
Unlike the States your tip does not make up our pay packets but they do go a long way to making our job a damn sight less sufferable and your dining experience subsequently a helluva lot more pleasant - with the right attitude in both camps it's sure to be a win/win situation.
It's a request from The Sun newspaper that's come via my agent- this is what it says. Our features editor is looking for an author to write the chapter JK Rowling didn't- the magical moment when Harry and Hermione got together. We are looking for roughly 1300 words all about that special moment...
For The Back of Beyond, The Hus's exhibition's director Jessica Warren has brought together three artists, Sam Irons, Neil Raitt and Adam Bainbridge. ...
The joke, if your head has been in a bucket the last few days, centres on Facebook's purchase of Oculus VR - a virtual reality start-up that, even though it has yet to release a single product, found itself bought for billions of dollars.
Creativity is humanity's greatest renewable resource. Unlike any other resource, it grows the more it is used, an exponential value cycle that drives a nation's long-term development. When someone asks why culture matters, why events such as this month's Abu Dhabi Festival mean much to the UAE and the whole region, that is my answer.
The future depends on the intelligence of today's children and the only way we can ensure the next generation is not as shallow as some we witness these days, is to educate this generation that life is not about fun and what's in it for me and let's enjoy ourselves; life is beyond that.
The Internet is a tool that has the capacity to help art and creativity flourish and develop, yet we must be careful to utilise it properly, in order to avoid limiting it's scope for intuition and originality. Moreover, I believe that spoken word has an exciting role to play in the dissemination of information and formation of public discourse.
Writing a film is like swimming the Channel, it needs training and preparation, a support team and the right weather and currents, all aligned on the right maps and charts.
Other Desert Cities is a superb, viciously funny but dark family drama that is the perfect start to The Old Vic's exciting in-the-round season.
When I have finished a painting, I find it hard to summon up the confidence to start on another, I can fall into a bit of a pit, so if there are already roughed in works, it's like I'm not really stopping. I'll probably do a different kind of work soon, I'll probably be in a different place. Though these works, feel like my main work, I keep coming back to them.
Standing in the dank, fume-ridden disused road tunnel in an untrendy, forgotten corner of south London, little did I realise I was witnessing the start of a new art phenomenon. It was 2008 and the Cans Festival was taking shape.
Street art is controversial, challenging and dichotomous, but is also a way of life; a sort of unique persona; 'religion.' It is organically intertwined with the urban environment and its aesthetics, though unconventional, is truly original.
Like many people gathered at the St Pancras Hotel last week for the inaugural Folio Prize awards, I was delighted when Lavinia Greenlaw, chair of the Jury, announced George Saunders as the winner.
Last month, I finally joined the swelling ranks of the independently published. I'd thought about it long and hard, but in the end it was a pretty easy decision to make. I was tired of greedy, clueless, often unethical publishers telling me what to do and how I should do it.