I’m not sure how you get people to love art. Especially children. There’s just so much vague foppery around the whole didactic discourse. And painting fruit is, quite frankly, dull as shit. I know some lovely primary school teachers who mine their considerable knowledge to inspire their charges but as the curriculum becomes more demanding,…

As I put on me respirator to leave, I think, “I’m so lucky to be alive in this day and age. A hundred years ago, I’d be dead. We’d all be dead.” I watch indulgently, as Stefan slips the mask over his face. Even through the mesh of plastic and squirm of plastic tubing, you…

​​ I’m just sitting outside the Royal Academy having surfed the annual embarrassment of riches that is the Summer exhibition. It always feels like a privaledge to peruse the carefully curated caverns before the crowds of cultural tourists and septuagenarian patrons descend. Admittedly, I would rather that didn’t mean that I had to get out…