Joan Miro

Ode to My Trainers: How Artists Glorified their Shoes and Other Sole Sentiments

My trainers have finally succumbed to its finality-a slow, painful but sure death and I am the only one mourning. The plastic straps that held the shoe laces fell out and as much as I want to revive them with superglue, I know it is high time to give them…

Starving Myself with Joan Miró´s Retrospective at the Tate Modern

Hunger is the word I would describe Joan Miró´s retrospective at the Tate Modern. Not because I came there with an empty stomach and could hear it growling (I was starved, yes and could eat a horse, but that´s really beside the point) —  but it is really hunger…