‘I was 13, with a group of friends, and it was my first time hearing anything so Black and British – and, also, so working class’
‘I felt as though I’d walked in on what the future of art-making could be: a curation of time and space between us and the world in which we exist’
‘Enthusiasm leaks out from the possibility of how these things might all be together’
‘Your songs are always full of colour and samples, beats and melodies, dizzying rhythms and more melodies still’
‘A convenient metaphor for emptiness and desolation, the desert is the paradigmatic nowhere’
‘Hong allows revelations to emerge from the most unassuming descriptions of facts’
‘With Brexit hanging like a lead weight above the city’s new forest of glass towers, the memory of the Horse Hospital’s stone floor feels grounding’
‘He created rhythmic patterns that sounded, in your mind or on his voice, both adamantine and feline at once’
‘I took his reviews in the Independent to be the baseline; what all art criticism looked like’
‘Majerus was driven by mass – calm and heavy like a smooth car – six cylinder bicycle – with no flat tyre’
‘In this false universe of positive gloss and shallow passions, where can a real enthusiasm be located?’
‘The salient factor wasn’t ever its printedness; Dot Dot Dot just took its own form seriously to think about things we see and how’
‘In our current catastrophic political climate, we need Fisher more than ever before’
‘Who’s Afraid of Barney Newman (1968) invokes a multiplicity of diasporic readings’
‘Appointed by Barack Obama in 2009, Sotomayor is the fourth woman and the first Latina to serve on the nation’s highest court’
‘Through its transformations and multiple languages, the poem becomes a dark mirror that reflects the missing truth’
‘His work resembles a world from which the humans have departed; all that remains are the mute plastic things, marked with purposeless love’
‘The possibility of arriving at insights, even unsettling ones, makes the pursuit of art worthwhile and necessary’
‘Take the heat and the breadth and the air and the life and the longing and land it in your own back garden’
‘Even a piece of paper had a trajectory and a life: to be written upon; to be used as a tablecloth or to clean the table; to be burned for heat and to become ashes’
