At the start of the BBC series The Art that Made Us, Antony Gormley peers intently at Spong Man, a small fifth-century Anglo-Saxon clay figure seized by existential anguish. We next see Gormley in his studio with a small clay figure hunched by lockdown depression. In the programmes that follow, we witness many such creative … Continue reading The Art of David Jones: the slow transmission of cultural identity →

In the fulness of recorded time, this page will fill and fill with reviews of books about art. Meanwhile, recline for a moment or two and read this poem about the nature of the book itself, which was written for the Hay Festival, and published in Hypothetical May Morning (see SHOP). Books There are books … Continue reading Books →