PinnedRobin Ince·Feb 24, 2024The Ersatz Angels’ Wings That Crushed HateI just found the blog post below. I can’t remember when I wrote it, maybe a year back, but I never finished it and it never went up.A response icon2A response icon2
PinnedRobin Ince·Feb 23, 2024A Conversation with the StarsOn my way to the wonderful Beautiful Days festival a few Summers ago, I was sat on a station platform with 12 minutes to spare. I was…A response icon1A response icon1
Robin Ince·Feb 23, 2024Calvin was right, there really is “Treasure Everywhere”I am currently writing a book about neurodivergent minds and the wonders you can see when you begin to understand your mind and defeat the…
Robin Ince·Oct 4, 2016The Strange Entertainment of Anxiety — a Night in the Theatre With BeckettWritten on the train home after some Pale Ale and Beckett, I am sure errors abound…
Robin Ince·Oct 2, 2016My Week in Oxfam — a serial brower’s diaryJosie Long once commented that an alarm went off in charity shops when I arrived in their town. “Quick Molly, double the price on all the…A response icon1A response icon1
Robin Ince·Oct 2, 2016Into The Jaws of Freud — The body extendedLast tour, I had a knack of arriving in towns when their art galleries were closed or between big exhibitions. I began to feel that the…
Robin Ince·Sep 30, 2016On a Sudden Bout on Synesthesia When looking at Stanley SpencerHalfway around Of Angels and Dirt, the Hepworth’s Stanley Spencer exhibition, I realised I had been infected by a bout of temporary…
Robin Ince·Sep 29, 2016Bras filled with fish, pants packed with chicken…but is it art?When walking into an art gallery, I enjoy immediately being confronted by the question, “but is it art?” I don’t mean from a philosophical…