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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...

Interstate 95, September 2016   Celeste sat on the front seat wearing her black turtleneck sweater She had three sweaters: black, blue, and festive Celeste got carsick if forced to sit in the back seat She liked to sit in the front, upright as an Egyptian, eyes on the road The baby also got carsick but no position helped Eliot seemed to find the entire world abrasive   I glanced in the mirror Mimi sat with one arm around the infant seat, adding an extra fleshy layer of protection One of her eyes was lined in black kohl, the other bare Eliot must’ve interrupted Oddly, I preferred the bare eye, the pink lids curling petal-like Someone honked You’d think I’d have been better at keeping my eyes on the road after my father’s death, but the long traffic-clogged sweep rendered me indolent   ‘Hey, cheer up It might be cathartic Maybe you’ll get over avoiding an entire country’   ‘What?’   ‘Catharsis Meeting your mom Closure Yada Yada’ Mimi was smiling, in her I’m pretending to be an upbeat positive person way Her gestures of comfort were often sincerity masquerading as irony   ‘She’s a bitch, but so what? I said I’ll go I’ll go No big deal’   ‘Every time someone asks about art from Japan you turn them away If it’s a choice between your issues and the Waldorf crèche, I’d rather we wasted money on the crèche’   ‘It’s not just my mother, okay’ There were lots of reasons I didn’t deal Japanese art That market was saturated, and I didn’t like Tokyo You couldn’t eat on the subway, and they used soy substitute in their ice cream   ‘Oh?’ Mimi rubbed her neck, which had been giving her pain since the pregnancy   ‘I mean like you know the legend about how the goddess who gave birth to Japan had another child first’ Mimi cracked her neck, and irritation swooped through my knuckles ‘This baby of theirs, he had no bones Hiruko The name literally means leech child’   ‘Jay’   ‘So what did Japan’s mom do? She pushes this baby out to sea’   ‘Jay, you’ve told me this story already You told me after the first ultrasound’   ‘But you get

Contributor

August 2014

Robert Assaye

Contributor

August 2014

Robert Assaye is a writer and critic living in London.

New Communities

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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Interview

Issue No. 11

Interview with Philippe Parreno

Ben Eastham

Interview

Issue No. 11

It is the standard procedure, when visiting someone in central Paris, to ask in advance for the door code...

poetry

September 2012

Crossing Over

Eleanor Rees

poetry

September 2012

As he sails the coracle of willow and skins his bird eyes mirror the moon behind cloud. Spring tide...

poetry

September 2015

She-dog & Wrong

Natalia Litvinova

TR. Daniela Camozzi

poetry

September 2015

She-dog   He wrote to tell me his dog had died. I wanted to be her, I wanted him...

 

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