The changes in the weather ignite many seasonal familiarities in my senses. The air smells fresh but musty with the fallen leaves on the ground; they sound a crunch beneath my feet when I walk and paint rainbows of oranges, rubies and golds into the landscape. Autumn is here.
This is a wonderful book of poetry – so personal and tender. It was published in September by CB editions and is a wonderfully sensitive read which entwines musical and textual narrative beautifully.
This is a brilliant exhibition which runs until the 10th of November at the Serpentine. Marisa Merz’s pieces are curated in a manner that make her impact and influence plain to see. She is a visionary and the lady of arte povera,