He’s been called the German Andy Warhol — but Gerhard Richter is a lot less fun. So should we give a damn about the thinking artist’s artist, asks Waldemar Januszczak

Do you want to know who has won the Turner prize this year?

Two artists prove a revelation for Waldemar Januszczak

Hiroshi Sugimoto’s luminous prints celebrate minimalism in its purest form, says Waldemar Januszczak

Tom Jones? At the National? No, not that one, silly. This neglected genius produced some of the 18th century’s best landscape paintings, says Waldemar Januszczak

Try your hand at ping pong, read philosophy, then bask in the sun. Waldemar Januszczak swaps his sandwiches for an afternoon of interaction at the Tate

No … that can’t be Camilla! And what’s Sven up to? In Alison Jackson’s work your wildest fantasies about the famous come true, says Waldemar Januszczak

Bill Viola’s ‘old masters’ in slo-mo can’t compete with the real thing, says Waldemar Januszczak

Don’t be quick to dismiss them. Rossetti’swomen were more than pre-Raphaelite poster art: they smacked of grand passions. By Waldemar Januszczak

He’s given up drink. He’s given up drugs. Even more shockingly, Damien Hirst has found God. But dabbling in religious imagery has still left him with blood on his hands