by Tom Tomaszewski | Dec 5, 2020 | Interiors
| Mother & Child, Tracey Emin, 2011 | I’m looking at the light fall on the wall opposite me. It feels like something out of time, in me. It looks like a familiar patch of light. Yesterday I watched some old cine-films of members of my family and me from...
by Tom Tomaszewski | Nov 24, 2020 | Interiors, Thinking
| We Sit Starving Amidst Our Gold, Jeremy Deller, 2013 | After we have realised something about ourselves we feel different. Our sense of who we are changes. Time, rhythm and intensity feel different to us. Our proprioception changes as we find our place in the world,...
by Tom Tomaszewski | Nov 17, 2020 | Interiors, Thinking
| Starry Night, Van Gogh, 1889 | Sleeplessness confuses me. Sometimes I even seem to have slept but feel as if I haven’t. There’s a barrel of neuroscientists out there telling me why and how this is, but the only help I’ve really found in getting me...
by Tom Tomaszewski | Nov 9, 2020 | Interiors
| Oxford, the interior of Christ Church Cathedral, looking past the crossing and organ screen into the chancel, JMW Turner, 1798 | I was speaking to a friend over the weekend and we started talking about a particular kind of deafness: a lack of listening in the world....
by Tom Tomaszewski | Jun 7, 2020 | Interiors
My memories seem to be appearing unexpectedly these days, and not as pictures to begin with. Most seem to start as uncertain sensations that I notice in their intensity rather than in their form, whether that would be a picture or a sound, or a feeling of...
by Tom Tomaszewski | May 3, 2020 | Interiors
If I’m visiting somebody I’m calling on them. I might be taking a trip, an excursion, or I might be working. Somebody might visit me. It could be anybody. A visit is always temporary and this painting by Félix Vallotton is an essay in impermanence....
