Six days without art

Reflections on art in Barcelona.

How the Blob came to Brooklyn, Barcelona.
How to gaze: Not in these four galleries
Fake art and five artists
100% Orange
Art, The Game. How many levels before you run out of lives?
Hung like a horse
Naked or knickers? A man’s view of a (not quite) nude woman.
The ageless quotidian. Why artists should (and shouldn’t) steal from one another.
Tits and Arse, Clit. Wank Shit. And Bugger Me if I know what’s going on.
An incoherent whole: The impossible art of curating.
The folds, the form, the fecundity.