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Robert Assaye is a writer and critic living in London.

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Issy Wood, When You I Feel

Art Review

December 2017

Robert Assaye

Art Review

December 2017

At the centre of Issy Wood’s solo exhibition at Carlos/Ishikawa is a room-within-a room. The division of the gallery into two viewing spaces –...

Art

April 2017

'Learning from Athens'

Robert Assaye

Art

April 2017

The history of Documenta, a quinquennial contemporary art exhibition founded in the German city of Kassel in 1955, is...

The Professor stormed into the brothel’s reception hall in the evening and kicked away our singing radio It flew through the air, slammed against the wall, and shattered to pieces on the cracked floor It ended the music, ‘One Love’, to which Roseline and I danced, holding hands as we cavorted around the floor, our hips and backsides jiggling He’d been away since morning, giving us a bit of liberty to play around As he scanned the cash register, checking customer ledgers, I shrank like a burnt plastic bag, horrified But Roseline looked unscathed, wearing an I-don’t-care expression as her mouth worked on her chewing gum She crossed her arms on her chest, sitting on the torn couch and staring at The Professor   ‘Abigail and Roseline, you are both fools,’ he roared, pointing two middle fingers at us ‘You haven’t made any money since morning, and you’re making so much noise What a total waste of employees!’   ‘Sir, we’ve b-been waiting for customers to come,’ I said ‘But we haven’t seen any men Sorry, sir’   ‘Shut your mouth, Abigail Why does this brothel make money only when I’m around to service our female customers? How many men have you satisfied today? Answer me now, fools!’   ‘Stop calling us fools,’ Roseline yelled, frowning, her red lips sparkling under the white bulb ‘We made plenty of money for you yesterday, and now you’ve broken my precious radio’   I cringed at Roseline’s audacity She’d done this job for eight years, and I hoped she wouldn’t lose it There was no job elsewhere in this shabby city of Lagos   The Professor tramped across the floor towards her, huffing ‘Look here, Roseline, if you dare talk to me like that again, the devil in me will roast you dead’   ‘I don’t fear your powerless devil,’ she said, springing to her feet and pointing at his face ‘Oh, you thought I would melt in the corner because of you? Think Again’   I was the one melting in a corner instead I hoped The Professor wouldn’t slap her face as usual or push her into the street so that she became homeless   I scuttled towards

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August 2014

Robert Assaye

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August 2014

Robert Assaye is a writer and critic living in London.

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Art

January 2017

Robert Assaye

Art

January 2017

DeviantArt is the world’s ‘largest online community of artists and art-lovers’ and its thirteenth largest social network. Its forty million members contribute to a...
The Land Art of Julie Brook

Art

Issue No. 4

Robert Assaye

Art

Issue No. 4

Julie Brook works with the land. Over the past twenty years she has lived and worked in a succession of inhospitable locations, creating sculptures...

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7 1/2 mile hike to Mohonk Lake via Duck Pond

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November 2012

Notes on a Walk Never Taken by JA Murrin   As a writer I like to visit the places...

Interview

Issue No. 16

Interview with Gary Indiana

Michael Barron

Interview

Issue No. 16

In July 2015, T: The New York Times Style Magazine gathered twenty-eight ‘artists, writers, performers, musicians and intellectuals who...

poetry

Issue No. 17

Winter Diary

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TR. Joan Brooks

poetry

Issue No. 17

who bravely blasts their breath through the horn flares of gloomy streets, into dripping construction trailers, dropped by the...

 

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