As you weave between the blooming orange trees, which beguilingly give out an aroma of comforting honey in the spring, in the garden of the grand but homely house of the late great poet and author Robert Graves, you feel he'd achieved what every artist craves - an inspiring base, studio or home where you can create.
He built a name and a fortune with formaldehyde-preserved animals, live butterflies and a rotting cow head. Now Damien Hirst
In death, as less-so in life, Nelson Mandela has been dominating Twitter. And thus, this week's round-up leads with tweets
Two signed Damien Hirst paintings worth £33,000 have been stolen from a gallery in London, Scotland Yard said. The pieces
It makes sense to exhibit this kind of art in one of Soho's more rebellious corners. The space chosen by Vermilion Hook lies beneath Marshall Street in the basement salon belonging to designer and tailor, Mark Powell.
The concerts were part of the Qatar UK 2013 Year of Culture, a collaboration between the British Council and Qatar Museums Authority (QMA) to develop links across culture, education, science and sport... At a time when Qatar is coming under international scrutiny like never before, particularly as hosts of the 2022 football World Cup , initiatives like this represent an opportunity for our two countries to learn about each other.
Letting your imagination run wild is easier said than done when it has to share a space with everything else that’s going
Durham-born Neil Stokoe, a painter whose quarried face stares balefully at the world, has described his work as 'fatalistic', but he does not go far enough.
The Brandhorst Museum is a relatively recent addition to the Kunstareal (meaning 'art area'), which is home to a concentration
Is Emin right? In a world where we spend an increasing part of our lives staring at screens, could Digital Art give us a moment to "think about things we feel"? Can it rescue us from the constant commerce by communicating to us in the medium of our time, or is Digital Art simply a poor substitute for The Real Thing?