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

Paul Nash’s devastating war paintings have only one real equal: Picasso’s Guernica, says Waldemar Januszczak

Why does Shakespeare in Art lack drama? That is the question, says Waldemar Januszczak

Waldemar Januszczak finds the answer in the Queen’s Leonardo drawings

There are two kinds of art deco, discovers Waldemar Januszczak at the V&A: the one he likes, and the one he doesn’t