Monthly Archives: November 2016

Of course we’re in a simulation and we chose it ourselves. Idiots.                                                         … Continue reading →

Warning: These get written in one fell swoop, so they can be messy and confused. It may not be as striking as Epstein’s Lucifer at the Birmingham Art Gallery, but Medusa’s head in the hands of triumphant bronze Perseus is … Continue reading →

Tired and grumpy, all art was quite, quite, useless. I went into the Tate Modern’s new Tank area of harsh, strong grey concrete foundations and my main thought was what use this might be for the zombie apocalypse, or any … Continue reading →

The murder of Kitty Genovese is an urban myth that is tragically true. It is a fable that warns against inaction, but sadly it is a fable that really happened. I first became aware of it via Harlan Ellison’s short … Continue reading →

Today, I was thinking about earthquakes. This made me far more fortunate than people in New Zealand who were in the midst of one, with all the fears and uncertainty that accompany the solid ground below you being far less … Continue reading →

This blog is really a footnote to my screw up morning at Heathrow, can you read that here https://robinince.wordpress.com/2016/11/12/a-warning-to-the-not-curious-enough/  The stomach muscles bruise and the throat tightens with during each new part of the journey I am not meant to be … Continue reading →

(I wrote this as I waited and I hoped…) Some days, you think, “this is all going rather well”. More often than not, this is a mistake… I am in a remake of The Tom Hanks movie The Terminal, directed … Continue reading →

(I wrote this rather late. Like lots of these blog posts, it is just mumbling really and likely to be error strewn) “I no longer have the voice that says ‘you’re fucking up’, that’s a tremendous blessing really” (from a … Continue reading →

I didn’t have the concentration needed for contemporary art today. I needed more time to work out the puzzles. Contemporary art exhibition often seem to be a game of The Crystal Maze. “You’ve got three minutes in the room to … Continue reading →