Author Archives: Tina Hanson

There’s a lazy, stubborn myth that British art runs in a straight line of homegrown genius—Hogarth to Turner to Hockney, with the odd foreign comet flashing through. That story isn’t just thin. It’s a quiet act of deletion. The real … Continue reading →

Walk through any major British gallery in the past five years and you will feel it before you can name it. A shift in colour, in texture, in the cadence of the stories being told. The polite insularity that marked … Continue reading →

There’s a quiet panic that ripples through certain corners of the British art world whenever the word ‘migration’ comes up. The institutions, so careful with their language, reach for phrases like ‘global dialogue’ or ‘cultural exchange’—sanitised little abstractions that drain … Continue reading →

There’s a stubborn little myth doing the rounds in certain corners of the British art world—the idea that the nation’s visual culture is a tidy, self-contained bloodline, a straight shot from Hogarth to Hockney with a few exotic imports sprinkled … Continue reading →

British art has always been a mongrel thing—born of collision and friction. The fantasy of a pure, insular tradition wilts under even a squint of historical scrutiny: Flemish painters running Tudor portraiture, Huguenot silversmiths reshaping 18th-century craft. And yet the … Continue reading →

There’s a well-worn dishonesty in the way British art institutions talk about their internationalist spirit. The banners outside Tate Modern shout openness. Walk inside, and the walls still murmur a very old, very guarded story about who gets to shape … Continue reading →

The story of British art, for all its claims to a singular national character, has always been a story of arrivals. Renaissance painters crossing the Channel. A postwar diaspora remaking the cultural fabric. The island’s visual language is a palimpsest … Continue reading →

British art has never been a still life. It is, and always has been, a chronicle of arrivals. From the moment Roman mosaicists pressed their tesserae into damp island clay, the visual culture of this archipelago has been shaped by … Continue reading →

Calling migration a “theme” in contemporary British art already does it a disservice. It’s not a tidy subject you pull down from a shelf. It’s a condition, a rupture, a long, slow ache that alters what can be said—and who … Continue reading →

British art has spent decades cosying up to a tidy story of insular brilliance—Turner’s storms, Constable’s hay wains, Hockney’s Yorkshire seen through a California filter. Scrape the surface of any gallery wall or biennial catalogue from the last thirty years, … Continue reading →