Len Gordon

1 week ago | artplugged.co.uk | Len Gordon

Looking at a painting by Greg Deda doesn’t quite feel like looking. It feels more like slipping — into a mood, a memory, maybe someone else’s dream. The Canadian artist doesn’t push a narrative; instead, he lays out an atmosphere, sets the lighting just right, then leaves the door slightly ajar. Whether he’s working in magic realism or plunging headlong into abstraction, his works ask more than they explain. Women recur throughout his paintings — anonymous and theatrical, often surreal.

2 weeks ago | artplugged.co.uk | Len Gordon

In the work of Jemila Isa, the pull between faith and doubt, between past and present, unfolds in scenes shaped by her upbringing in London and her Nigerian heritage. Her paintings and sculptures carry the quiet weight of memory—echoes of Pentecostal hymns and the ever-watchful presence of chapel walls.

3 weeks ago | artplugged.co.uk | Len Gordon

In a world where experiences are fleeting, and algorithms define taste, Katrina Aleksa is building something quieter—and far more enduring. The London-based art advisor, curator, and co-founder of the Association of Women in the Arts (AWITA) has spent her career guiding collectors through the opaque corridors of the international art market, uniting aesthetic vision with strategic investment. Now, Aleksa is turning her attention to something even more intimate: the act of giving.

3 weeks ago | artplugged.co.uk | Len Gordon

Contemporary art and car culture don’t often share the same garage. But for the founders of MotoArto Network, that divide is exactly what makes their intersection so thrilling. Launched by filmmaker and designer Marchella de Angelis and curator Kim Shaylor, MotoArto is a bold reimagining of the automobile—not as status symbol or machine, but as canvas, muse and cultural mirror.

4 weeks ago | artplugged.co.uk | Len Gordon

Creative Debuts Founder Calum Hall’s journey into the art world didn’t begin with gallery openings or fine art degrees framed in oak. Hall came to it the way many working-class dreamers do — through the back door. Well, not entirely — but we’ll get to that in a minute. It started in a modest home in North East England, where creativity meant his mother’s careful hands knitting warmth into sweaters, and second-hand treasures spoke volumes on charity shop shelves.