Abstract works can ask that our shared reality of objects and legible forms be suspended for what is usually a nocturnal ...

There are sauces, and then there is mole — that dense, complex, enigmatic, labour-intensive substance that exists in seemingly infinite variations. It is not so much a condiment as it is a record of ...

Which begs the (endlessly repeated) question — why art? Why bother looking at locally curated shows of local artists when our foundational principles are being renegotiated, disassembled, demoralised?