Berlinde de Bruyckere's work is as poignant as sculptures get. Once you've seen them, approached them, walked around them, they will get under your skin and stay there for some time to come. It is their undeniable beauty, the tenderness with which they have been crafted, that gives them their humanity and that keeps you from turning away.
I have a confession to make. Ever since I was a child I have loved the smell of fresh concrete and asphalt. And whenever I am at a gas station I like to take a deep breath to fill my nose with the smell of gasoline. I know this may not be the healthiest thing to do, but it smells so good.
In How many grains make a heap? a book review in the London Review of Books, Richard Rorty gives an interesting account of the current state of affairs in analytical philosophy.
Elizabeth Costello is not just a brilliant, moving book, full of ideas. It is also an important book. It questions the power of writing and answers it, in writing.
More than anything De Keyser's paintings celebrate painting and as such life itself. It’s just paint on canvas, nothing more, nothing less. There's no ideology, no meaning, no hidden manifesto and no bravura. Just paint on canvas, but sometimes the paint speaks for itself.