Frieze 200

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‘Enthusiasm leaks out from the possibility of how these things might all be together’

BY Adam Chodzko | 07 FEB 19

The Psychology of an Art Writer provides a beautiful account of Lee’s looking and feeling and thinking and writing about art’

BY Vivian Sky Rehberg | 06 FEB 19

‘This performance, exquisite as always, is at once emotional and precise’

BY Sarah McCrory | 06 FEB 19

A series of specially commissioned drawings for frieze's 200th issue

‘I held (and hold) his ideas and ethics like a compass’

BY Lauren Cornell | 06 FEB 19

‘Your songs are always full of colour and samples, beats and melodies, dizzying rhythms and more melodies still’

BY Sukhdev Sandhu | 06 FEB 19

‘A convenient metaphor for emptiness and desolation, the desert is the paradigmatic nowhere’

BY Venus Lau | 06 FEB 19

‘It reminds me of my formative years and a time of many firsts’

BY Renee So | 06 FEB 19

‘Hong allows revelations to emerge from the most unassuming descriptions of facts’

BY Carol Yinghua Lu | 06 FEB 19

‘It offers up a lifetime’s worth of thinking about the incommensurate relationship between filmic time and time as it is lived and experienced’

BY Aram Moshayedi | 05 FEB 19

‘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’

BY Stuart Comer | 05 FEB 19

‘He created rhythmic patterns that sounded, in your mind or on his voice, both adamantine and feline at once’

BY Cal Revely-Calder | 05 FEB 19

‘Despite the efforts of Trump and his ilk to deny it, the truth is out there’

BY Christy Lange | 05 FEB 19

‘I took his reviews in the Independent to be the baseline; what all art criticism looked like’

BY Tim Smith-Laing | 05 FEB 19

‘Perhaps the shroud I am looking for is embracing lost souls and helping them to return’

BY Minouk Lim | 05 FEB 19

‘Majerus was driven by mass – calm and heavy like a smooth car – six cylinder bicycle with no flat tyre’

BY Thomas Bayrle | 05 FEB 19

‘The poet moves their hips like someone on a tram about to vomit’

BY Rebecca Tamás | 04 FEB 19