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| Features > Show me the money | |
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| Emma Geliot's Venice marathon continues with old teeth, new money and lots of gin… | |
| Features > Men in Orange Trousers | |
| After many sufferings, Emma Geliot launches herself on the opening week of La Biennale di Venezia. 33 hours on a bus – our gizzards dehydrated to biltong by the air con. Stops of indeterminate length every two and a half hours. Long enough to pee? To eat? Have a coffee? Sometimes enough to smoke three fags while weighing up what might be possible. | |
| Features > We're cold but we hold the fire | |
| Dom Coyote presents a delicious slice of folk, with veins of hip hop, ska and other plundered nourishments running through it. A friendly man in a hat with a spellbinding love for books and ambitious theatrical pursuits, he has everything in the gun cabinet to air his big ideas. | |
| Features > The constant traveller | |
| I’m doing great, thanks. I love being on the road, that is true, I have a hard time sitting still. Folk music has always been something that I was drawn to. I like the stripped down, bare bones, fact of it. I like art that isn’t too polished, where you can hear the twang of the guitar strings, or see the rough edges and the dirt on the picture. | |
| Features > Important enough to fight for... | |
| Fighting at private views is generally discouraged, and this is in spite of there being sound precedent for it. Vladimir Tatlin had a fracas with his rival Kazimir Malevich at 0.10, the first supremacist exhibition held in Petrograd in December 1915. | |
| Features > On venice | |
| There had been for some time a sense of unrest within the arts community about the representation of Wales at the Venice Biennale. Importantly the unrest appears to come within a framework of overall support for the participation in the Venice Biennale. | |
| Features > Artes Mundi | |
| So Artes Mundi is over for another two years, it’s fourth outing saw Israeli artist Yael Bartana scoop the big prize and now the international circus has left Cardiff, leaving a big hole at the National Museum of Wales, Cardiff. | |
| Features > Lines in nature | |
| Mankind. What a strange insect. Order, a regular order is imposed; Nests are built, they are built In rows. Every scrap of metal, Wood, is found a place, made of use; |
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| Features > Maybegood | |
| Billboards are part of the daily visual landscape that are as ephemeral as they are easy to overlook. Alistair Owen, a former sculpture student from University of Wales Institute Cardiff (UWIC), won a Safle Graduate Award 2009/2010 to explore the possibilities of negotiating art in spaces that were not galleries, nor sites intended for monumental artworks. | |









