Because I am involved in humankind
A little over 30 years ago—in May 1989 to be exact—the Communist authorities in Hungary began to dismantle the barbed
Memory becomes history.
Can there be anything left to say about the Shoah? Surely every story has been heard, every angle covered, every
What do you do with £1.57 billion for culture?
It took a while, and a lot of concerted pressure, but the British government has decided not to be remembered
Glacial advances
The dreadful killing of George Floyd has further consciousness of Black Lives Matter as an idea, a movement and an
‘Don’t be too severe upon yourself, or underrate yourself, but do yourself justice’ (Sydney Smith)
Several weeks ago, I wrote a post called ‘Right now, kindness might be more important than creativity’. I regretted the
Untold losses
History is what happened. Historians interpret – yesterday’s hero, recast as today’s pariah – but they can only work with what is
Why projects don’t work
Since the start of the pandemic, I have been preoccupied by its traumatic effects. Some of the losses are obvious,
Captive minds
Call me naïve, but when I learned this week that the ushers working in a concert hall are on zero-hours
Give ’em shelter
Honestly, how are you feeling? The adjectives that cycle through my contacts with people in the arts are increasingly consistent: tired,
Thinking about white privilege
My father, Robert, was born in Salonica (Thessaloniki, in Northern Greece) in 1927. His father, Isaac, was a doctor, while
Talking in the dark
Last night, Arlene Goldbard hosted our second shared conversation about community art, for which we were joined by about a hundred
