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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 meteorite retraced its orbit in the solar system for fifteen million years until a passing comet pushed it towards the earth It took twenty thousand years to collide with the planet, as glaciers melted, mountains formed, and waters receded Countless life forms went extinct as others fought fiercely, adapted, and populated the earth When the foreign object finally entered the atmosphere, the force of impact reduced it to a shower of glowing fragments that burned up before reaching the ground Only the heart of the meteorite was spared from violent disintegration An igneous ball, one and a half metres wide, hit the ground outside San Borja; its spectacular descent from the sky was witnessed by a married couple who were arguing in their home at five thirty in the morning   It was totally dark when Ruddy got up to wash the dishes He tiptoed out of the room so that he wouldn’t wake Dayana, who slept with her mouth open, making little pig-like grunts He stopped in the hallway to feel the darkness The crickets chirped in a hysterical chorus; he heard the sleepy neighing of the horses in the distance Once again he felt his body buzzing with the evil energy He went into the kitchen and turned on the light The dirty plates were still sitting on the counter, seething with ants: Ely, the girl, had missed work that day and Dayana hardly ever cleaned at all Out here in the country, any food left out was devoured by insects in a matter of hours He had imagined the army of bugs swarming over the dirty plates and the thought was so unsettling that it pulled him from bed He vigorously scrubbed each dish, pot, and pan The chore momentarily expelled some of the evil energy that had stored up in his body He felt triumphant: he had conquered the ants Captain America, he thought Then he dried the silverware and put it away He stretched out an arm to open the cupboard but as he leaned over the counter his belly brushed the edge of the

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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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Art

November 2014

Conversations About a Play

Louise Stern

Art

November 2014

Editor’s note: The images in the slideshow document a conversation on paper between the writer and artist Louise Stern...

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Issue No. 7

Comment is Fraught: A Polemic

Mr Guardianista

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Issue No. 7

When not listening to the phone messages of recently deceased children or smearing those killed in stadium disasters, journalists...

Interview

Issue No. 1

Interview with Tom McCarthy

Fred Fernandez Armesto

Interview

Issue No. 1

For those expecting him to be, as the New Statesman called him, ‘the most galling interviewee in Britain’, Tom...

 

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