I don’t do blogs, posts, or tweets, these graffiti on the world’s most popular virtual walls. However harsh this sounds, this is not a criticism of bloggers, posters, or tweeters. This is simply an admission of being incapable of impromptu ideas, uninhibited theories, clever proposals, spontaneous reactions, and witty retorts. I’m always hopelessly behind the pace of life, continually in need of further reflection before making a statement. As soon as an issue is worth blogging, posting, or tweeting about, it very quickly ceases to be blog, post, or tweet worthy. So I capitulate to the pace of life, endlessly postponing the entry until it loses its relevance. But I am not dead yet, so in the defiance of the inevitable, I give here a Log of reflections, some of which are unpublished conference papers. Please leave a comment if these scattered, un-peer-reviewed thoughts resonate with you.
Already a year. Bridget, you always remain in our thoughts.
The following text was read at Bridget Crone’s memorial event on the Tuesday 21 February 2023, Hollybush Gardens, London. Goodbye Bridget. This is not a
With the Word, in its Poor Fleshiness
Paper presented at a Sacred Traditions and the Arts Seminar Series, titled “The Art Museums, the Sacred, and Theology,” organised by The Courtauld and King’s
Curatorial Intuition
Paper Presented at the College Arts Association Annual Conference 2022, Chicago, 18 February 2022 In this short paper, I would like to address the topic
Justice as Gratefulness
Paper presented at the session, “Grievance: Justice in Time,” 2022 MLA Annual Convention, Washington D.C., 6 January 2022. 1. My Father’s Wrong In 1943, twenty-two
On Curatorial Mastery
I was recently asked to review ten years of work of an internationally recognised curator in view of a promotion. Most of the material reviewed
An Open Letter to Saskia Hubert on Hope Amidst COVID-19
Dear Saskia, Thank you for suggesting me to write this blog post. I’ve been meaning to do this for a few weeks now, but the
A Short Note on Invulnerability
This log entry is a transcription of a very short intervention at a Research Ethics Seminar, Goldsmiths College, University of London, on Tuesday 9 May
Pavel Filonov’s Victory
In this, as usual, far too long, post, I will try to make sense of a painterly victory over eternity. How can a painter title
Martin Heidegger’s Gods
One of the most cryptic of Heidegger’s terms is what he calls, as part of the Fourfold (das Geviert), the gods.[1] In this Log entry, my
Hannah Arendt’s Desert
Globalised contemporary life constitutes a new kind of desert, a new totalitarianism. It stands for the withering away of everything between us. The fact that