Confessions of an art critic
Art critic Adrian Searle comes clean about the tricks of his trade
Confessions of an art critic: I'm being stalked by a back-seat homunculus
Finding a voice of my own that is not derailing, distracting or in denial is vital. Luckily, each artist provokes a different response
Confessions of an art critic: 'I have been known to go about on all fours'
Hurling himself on the floor, flinging himself onto a bench, crawling about on all fours … our reviewer explains his extreme gallery behaviour
Confessions of an art critic: I can't believe the things I write in my notebooks
From felt-tipped obscenities to sketches of his aunt stolen at a tube station, our reviewer writes about his life in the margins
Confessions of an art critic: do I realise how hurtful some of my comments are? Of course
Guardian art critic Adrian Searle is no stranger to artists and curators taking offence at his critiques. He’s the mildest of writers, he insists, just don’t ask him if he wants a cup of tea
