La vita è un caos con poche oasi e qualche momento comico. W.A.

I have been writing for Italian newspapers and magazines since I was 17. I have talked about oddities or – what I like most – on issues related to the arts, and – what allows me to feel I am a part of the contemporary art system – reviewing art shows. Interestingly often I pervceived the sense that I was not being given the right space for my considerations on paper: either I was given too few carachters, or too much!
A part from the issue of words conut, another focus of my daily reflections (since this is the time of the month when I have to produce a certain amout of articles and reviews, and I find myself struggling on which expression to use to save characters, or the thought to erase not to be repetitive) regards my experience as a art writer. I cannot consider myself a professional art critic, and considering the experiment that recently took place on the Guardian I wonder wether anyone can become a interesting art-writer?
Have I been influenced by the experiment published by the Guardian that took place recently?
Here the link: sports writers talk about art!
“This artist is deeply dangarous”