There is a long and not always auspicious history of artists using their work to retaliate against critics and other personal enemies. One famous example is the King Minos figure in Michelangelo's Last Judgement (1535-1541) fresco in the Sistine Chapel, which was very controversial at the time of its creation (and on several occasions after),... Continue Reading →
Roaming Photographically through my Family History
My mother, Maria Roose, passed away recently, on July 22, 2018. Since my father's death in 1989, she had lived alone in our hometown of Bruges, Belgium, surrounded by a mix of family heirlooms and newer things, and she lived an active and fiercely independent life, driving until very recently. We are still in shock... Continue Reading →
Memoirs: Visiting Leonard Daley
My father-in-law, Walter Rammelaere, passed away recently. He was, among other things, an amateur photographer and when my husband, Marc, rummaged through his photographic files recently, he found photographs of a long-forgotten visit to the self-taught, "Intuitive" Jamaican artist Leonard Daley (1930-2006), who lived in the hills of St Catherine. I have reproduced a few... Continue Reading →
Art Museums and Social Hierarchy – Part I
This is the first of a two-part post. The second part, which takes the issues to the Caribbean and Jamaica, can be found here. Museums are managers of consciousness. They give us an interpretation of history, of how to view the world and locate ourselves in it. They are, if you want to put it... Continue Reading →
Letter to Kei Miller
Update May 14, 2018: This letter responded to the essay “The White Women and the Language of Bees” by Kei Miller, as originally published on the PREE website. This essay was removed from PREE, in the heat of the controversy it generated and at the author's request. It was on May 3 replaced by a ... Continue Reading →
Travel Notes While Rome is Burning – Part II
Part I of this blog post can be found here. Below now follows part II. But let me return to my reflections on my New York City trip. My first full day was spent in the world of Outsider Art, a world which has always both attracted and troubled me—attracted, because it provides exposure... Continue Reading →