Gallery visits

Once a month

Always coffee

Always together

This is Art Sunday.

Two women. Still moments. Myriad ways of looking. This is a dazzling account of desire and all its arrangements, set against a backdrop of loss. – Helen Mort

What is art for? Sometimes I think we forget it’s for us, and that we’re supposed to live alongside it, through it and with it… and that we’re supposed to bring whatever’s going on with us along for the ride. Departing from traditional ekphrasis for something more urgent and committed, Art Sundays is where the gallery continues, intersects with desire, the body, memory and all of our projected futures… A duologue beautifully and bruisingly direct, and a long love poem as intensely readable as it is enchanting. Sometimes literature gets created as if no other art exists, and it makes me feel kind of sad, but this is what Frank O’Hara called the eternal interconnection – enriching, searching and personal. – Luke Kennard

48pp