Their relationship didn’t only exist in abstraction and contrast, though. Friendships form through mutual real-life experience. Even professionally, creative networks ruminate shared pain points to fuel bodies of art. Warhol-Basquiat’s artworks culminate in this phenomenon, emerging from their base in New York, USA. Pieces like Ten Punching Bags (The Last Supper), honing into race, religion and the AIDS epidemic, give insight into their joint criticality of peripheral cultural issues.

As Uncle Archie Roach listened to Kee’ahn perform their soulful Better Things, he closed his eyes and cried.

It was the fourth episode of his Youtube series Kitchen Table Yarns, a program initiated to support emerging Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander singer-songwriters, released in late 2021.

I ‘hmm’ an eyebrow scrunch whenever I hear the term Outsider Art. I’m not alone – not many like this term anymore. It hardly captures the complexity of belonging, determines any true social peripheries around art, or reflects contemporary language on marginalisation in the arts. But it holds on even without fanfare. When it pops up, I flip between discomfort to confusion, thinking: who’s driving the conversation (it’s certainly not the artists)?

This year’s London Short Film Festival saw various filmmakers and curators pull from archives, as well as create and recreate them. In this, they formed a conceptually charged relationship with ‘the archive’ across the program that was neither predictable or heavy-handed.

In the exhibition, the final work (or first, depending which way you turn), by Hughes, depicts a beautiful eye with a single teardrop: it abandons hope for sadness. You would cry, too, if it happened to you.

I won’t lie: going out to eat in Paris can be hard. If we’ve learned anything from Emily (you know the one), it’s that there’s a gap between our expectations and reality in Paris. For some, it’s coping with the smell of urine on the streets. For others, it’s learning to avoid iPhone snatchers. For me—and likely you, if you’re reading this—it’s learning how to not murder our insides while visiting the land of bread, cheese, and more cheese.