Richard Long at the Arnolfini

I state my bias right away: Long is my hometown artist who I most admire.  His word work is poetry pared down to its most simple essence: the significant things we notice along the way.

And moving throughout the landscape is what this work is all about. The walk. Everything else is just recording and documenting. Which makes it rather difficult to mount an exhibition.

Happily the words on the walls work their magic, as do the site specific mud paintings and the slate cross.

New mud thumb prints are charming in their aboriginal patterning.

Meanwhile out of the gallery up on the Downs is Boyhood Line, which is worth finding (one third of the way up Ladies Mile on the right as you leave Clifton, if you want directions, as I had to ask three gallery staff before finding one who could show me, but not furnish me with, a map). The grass is overtaking the white stones and there is a certain amount of public interference going on, as Long expected.

My only quibble, and it's not a small one, is that the Arnolfini does not have anywhere near enough gallery space to do Long's work justice. Not by a long chalk. There simply wasn't enough of on show to make a trip from anywhere other than Bristol worthwhile. Luckily, I was passing, otherwise I would have been sorely disappointed. But if you are local and like your art conceptual and constrained, enjoy this this summer.

Rivoli Contemporary Art Museum ,Turin

The Italian royals always picked the best places to build. Now we can all experience their largesse. At Rivoli, set on a hill above Torino (that's Turin to you) with great views across the city and of the Alps  surrounding it, you can wander a sumptuous palace and enjoy contemporary art displayed in acres of space, room after room of it. You can even float out on a glass enclosed platform to take in the view. What an imaginative use of a building. A real indulgence.

There are so many things to choose from, but the highlights for me were Mona Hatoum' s Undercurrent and Richard Long's Rivoli Mud Circle (right). And it's always a pleasure to see Ai Wei Wei's urn dropping tryptich.

Italian artists I rather took a shine to were Mauricio Cattelan with his taxidermy hanging horse (left) and the geographical challenges of Luciano Fabro.

The current special exhibition is Ana Mendieta's She Got Love; a retrospective of the Cuban born American artist, who I have to confess I did not know (although I am acquainted with the work of her husband, Carl Andre - it's hard to forget the Tate brick purchase as every brickie in the UK will attest). Body work and a feminist perspective to the same in many different media are shown in one long gallery the entire length of the building. Fantastic. Of course, I couldn't help making my own contribution.