Skip to main content

Do you want to join my mailing list?



Hey!

I'm Philip Hartigan, and I'm the artist who writes this blog you're visiting. Thanks so much for stopping by, when there's so much to see these days on the internets.

I make prints, paintings, books, and installations. I was born in the UK, and I now live in Chicago, USA. I was thinking how it would be great to keep more in touch with people who visit this blog, so I want to ask you if you would do this:

  1. Go to the Contact Me page.
  2. Join my mailing list.
  3. I will immediately send you one of my hand-made prints (add your physical address in the Message box) -- WHEREVER you live in the world.

It's a secure connection, so only I will see your details. And I hate spam and advertising as much as you do, so I will never share your information with any scumbag marketers.

This way, I can send you an occasional newsletter, to let you know in advance of some of the exciting projects that I'm going to work on this year, and the interviews with the fascinating people that I post on this blog.

The fun starts by clicking here.

Subscribe to Praeterita in a reader

Popular posts from this blog

On my 300th blog post

Crikey!

It's my 300th blog post. And I seem to remember that in my 200th blog post I said that I would start quoting from John Ruskin's "Praeterita", after which this blog was named. Well, better late then never, so quotation number 2 is below.

First, though, some thoughts on this blog and blogging in general. I started Praeterita at the end of last year after reading a book by an art-marketing guru called Alyson Stansfield that recommended it as a means for artists to publicise their work better. But from the start I thought it would be more interesting to talk in a discursive way about my wider interest in art, and artists, and the history of art. After a desultory beginning where I only posted once a week, my blogging habit has now grown to the point where I am posting sometimes twice a day, and more than 45 times per month (helped enormously by the Blogger feature that lets you save blog posts with a post-dated timestamp, so that you can put posts in the bank to …

My worst open studio

Most open studios are notable for nothing really happening. You sit there waiting for people to come into your studio, eat all your nibbles and guzzle the free drink, and then leave after a cursory glance at your work. Usually, the worst thing that happens is that you get stuck in a boring conversation with a dull person,

But there was one time a few years ago when I got into one of these conversations, and quite quickly the person I was talking to started to make homophobic remarks about another artist in the building. After a few minutes, I decided I'd had enough and asked him to leave. He seemed genuinely surprised that I had any objection to what he was saying, which in retrospect makes me even angrier if he thought he had a sympathetic ear.

He asked me why, and I told him I didn't like people talking that way, and I said: "This conversation ended 30 seconds ago." So he left.

So, nothing dramatic like Jackson Pollock getting drunk in a fancy New York apartment a…

Van Gogh on Degas

From a letter dated July 31, 1888:
“Why do you say Degas can’t get it up properly? Degas lives like some petty lawyer and doesn’t like women, knowing very well that if he did like them and bedded them frequently, he’d go to seed and be in no position to paint any longer. The very reason why Degas’s painting is virile and impersonal is that he has resigned himself to being nothing more than a petty lawyer with a horror of kicking over the traces. He observes human animals who are stronger than him screwing and f—ing away and he paints them so well for the very reason that he isn’t all that keen on it himself.”
Subscribe to Praeterita in a reader