Brand conglomerate Unilever is ending its sponsorship of Tate Modern’s Turbine Hall after 12 years and 13 commissions.

It's funny how just walking into the Dock Kitchen makes you feel trendy. Perhaps it's the neighbours. Stevie Parle's dockside restaurant is part (easily the largest part) of an industrial complex. Lurking beneath it, like a chic troll, is the designer Tom Dixon's studio, while next door is the HQ of Innocent, the smoothies firm.

The National Portrait Gallery has unveiled its largest commission to date, the culmination of three years’ work, dedicated to the “spirit of greatness” of those involved in the Olympic and Paralympic Games.

After three years and £23m, the Olympic tower is finally open. Its creator tells Simon Usborne it's pricey – but beautiful

Tonight ballet's enfant terrible returns to Tate Modern's Turbine Hall with a new work. Laura McLean-Ferris can't wait

The Australian experimental composer Ben Frost is in London to meet his mentor Brian Eno, ahead of their joint project at the Reykjavik Festival in Iceland this weekend.

Visitors left confused after artist's critique of the 'immaterial' simply fails to function

Indian-born London-based artist Anish Kapoor has unveiled a sculpture of epic proportions in Paris.

Kapoor's monumental success is matched by the scale of his ambition. Not bad for an artist who thought he'd end up 'a bloody art school teacher'

Anish Kapoor has fallen victim to the artistic scourge that is health and safety while working on his large-scale work for London's Olympic stadium. Nervous officials have forced the artist to add a high mesh to the pedestrian walkway which winds its way up the 120m ArcelorMittal Orbit tower, both to prevent visitors from falling off and from throwing objects at the crowd below. "It's way over the top, irritatingly over the top, but that's life," says Kapoor. "You have to, kicking and screaming, find a way to negotiate those things. They are really hard work – you either cave in or you say, 'I want to do it that way, we'll have to find a way to make it work.' I'm a horrible fighter." Further afield, the sculptor is preparing to open his first exhibitions in his native India – one at the National Museum in Delhi and another in a spectacular Bollywood film studio in Mumbai – and is working on a plan to fill Paris' Grand Palais (the French equivalent of Tate Modern's Turbine Hall commission) in 2011. Details are still top secret but the work will involve inflatables. "It's playing an architectural game, reversing what's inside and outside the building," he adds.

Plans for what will become Britain's largest piece of public art were today unveiled by Mayor of London Boris Johnson.

Mozart, Poulenc and Vivaldi, some early Miles Davis, Eric Clapton and Donald Fagen; I've never had a problem appreciating different genres.

The silliest work in the Anish Kapoor exhibition is a kind of shooting range. A cannon is aimed through one of the Royal Academy's ornate doorways. (The public are safely held back.) Every 20 minutes, an operator loads it with a bucketful of deep red gunk. It fires. The gunk hits the wall through the doorway, dribbles down, piling up at the bottom, with much spatter. This will accumulate over the next three months.

He is both loved by the public and respected by his peers, and soon the Royal Academy will host a huge retrospective by one of the most distinctive artists in its prestigious inner circle. Charles Darwent meets Anish Kapoor

The day before I left Sri Lanka, I went down to the beach at Mount Lavinia. There are three rocks close to the sand and, using a penknife, I carved my name on one of them. Roma Chrysostom, Colombo, Ceylon, Asia. The World. The Universe. I was a 10-year-old half-Tamil, half-Sinhalese girl on her way to the UK. What followed was not what I expected. Britain in the Sixties was not a place that had much patience with a girl like me living with my family in a depressed part of London. Long before I took my A-levels in English, I was aware that survival depended on the need to integrate into the life of my host country. So out went the Asian accent, the memories of frangipani, and all desire to wear a sari.

Gallery throws open its doors to honour Anish Kapoor – and his exploding cannon