There is a peculiar paradox in the world of speech and expression. At times, the loudest protest is silence, and…

The first encounter with provocative art is often visceral. A flash of anger, a ripple of laughter, a jolt of…

Public space is, in many respects, the great canvas of democracy. Streets, squares, walls, and parks are not merely physical…

There is a peculiar pleasure in provocation, though few will admit it openly. The artist who unsettles, the satirist who…

There is an irony, almost tragic in its predictability, in the way societies respond to art that unsettles them. For…

Freedom, like fire, is both necessity and danger. We cannot live without it, and yet its flames must be handled…

There is, I think, a peculiar wonder in the way human beings make marks upon the world. A line scratched…

There comes, in every life, a moment when one recognises that the bulk of one’s work is done. The shelves…

If I could offer one final reflection to those who remain behind, it would not take the form of a…

When the tally of one’s life is finally taken, it will not, I suspect, be the number of books on…