What is it? Aha. We’ll only know that when we crack the Michelangelo code. And Waldemar Januszczak thinks he’s done it

A man made a glider, then broke it up again. It’s not art as we know it, but that’s the point, says Waldemar Januszczak

Flickering mini-movies made by the dreamers in factory film clubs plunge Waldemar Januszczak into communist Poland

The Dutch paintings on show at the Queen’s Gallery are a sneakily subversive treat, says Waldemar Januszczak

He could have been a contender. But the Royal Academy’s Matisse, His Art and His Textiles just goes to prove that this was a man who lost the thread, says Waldemar Januszczak

And now for Damien Hirst’s next trick: taking a photograph and reproducing it. Exactly. Waldemar Januszczak reports

Titian used crushed beetles; Tomoko Takahashi uses other people’s junk. Are artists really just alchemists at work, asks Waldemar Januszczak

There are only 16 works in the National Gallery’s show of late Caravaggios, but each one of them is a heart-stopping revelation, says Waldemar Januszczak

It took me 20 minutes to read Charles Saatchi’s book. And that included a couple of minutes ­dealing with the title, which caused me to squirm and gurn unpleasantly as I worked my way down it. What fearful pretension. What wishful thinking. What tosh. Like one of those miniature bottles of perfume that arrive on […]

Thank heavens for John Latham: he has brought religion to book. By Waldemar Januszczak