A match in the darkness

‘A satisfactory philosophy of ignorance’ I’d never heard of Richard Feynman when I picked up a book of his in the late 1990s. It was the title that attracted me: The Meaning of it All. Anyone who could call their book that had to have a sense of humour, which I subsequently found was true … Continue reading A match in the darkness

The wrong question

I don’t know when people started asking whether the things in art galleries were actually works of art—sometime between the first Salon des Refusés in 1863 and the exhibition of Fountain (attributed to Marcel Duchamp) in 1917, I suppose. The judges who rejected the ‘impressionist’ paintings in 1863 just thought they were bad: they didn’t … Continue reading The wrong question