Tina Rowe

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Last Tuesday I read in the Guardian that the remains of a fishing boat that sank taking with it somewhere in the region of 1,000

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I watched this video about August Sander’s photograph of “Three farmers on the way to a dance”. It was revealing, beyond the fact that none

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Some poor bastard threw themselves under a train near New Cross this morning. It screwed up the trains into London Bridge so when I arrived

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I get this quite a bit. Never from Somalis, they have a habit of going oh yeah, you got this or that and point to

In February this year I was invited to give workshops as part of the Dhaka Art Summit and for the British Council at The Bistaar

So last night I sat down to watch Kiri. Early on, very early on, a young girl who is about to be transracially adopted is

I love this dress. I’m not sure quite how I got it, but at some point in the early 80s my mother finally despaired of

Two of my friends lived in buildings that were rented out at ‘affordable’ rents to artists. They have been moved on. I visited them both

What with one thing and another, the Prado is mainly warehouse of paintings of people doing shit things to each other in the name of

I write about work in progress, the work of other people and the occaisional random rant. The categories broadly link some themes as does the