Tag Archives: Malevich

Keeping it simple, keeping it real

Sometimes, like when you have been mauled by Arsenal elves and fairies, all you want are some basic shapes to help clear your head. In circumstances such as these, who better to turn to than (another) Russian magician? Malevich, not … Continue reading

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On Being Kazimir Malevich

am currently reading a very good, very short, book, On Being John McEnroe, by Tim Adams. Mac is one of my all-time sporting heroes. One thing I admire about the ‘Superbrat,’ (a term coined by the Daily Express, I learn … Continue reading

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More Malevich

I’d forgotten how much I like his work. Simple, clean, focussed, tight; it’s the Ars Poetica equivalent of Pulisball. Black Circle, 1913, Oil on Canvas

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White on white

I’ve been meaning to do this for some while, with the sole intention of annoying the ‘that’s not art, that’s shite!!!!’ Colonel Blimp tendency. My worry is that I think my blogees are rather more erucite & inclusive than for … Continue reading

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