Here's one empty space that Andy Warhol once stood in, and another empty space cursed by a witch ... if this a joke, then perhaps it's on us

Young blood and a fresh hanging policy at the Royal Academy kick-start a show traditionally immobilised by portraits of tabbies

I’m dragging my damp feet a little on the way to the Royal Academy’s 244th Summer Exhibition: I don’t tend to enjoy seeing those beautiful galleries stuffed ceiling-high with thousands of uninspired animal paintings, still lifes and landscapes, and I find the show’s lack of engagement with new media (if we can still even call it that) borderline perverse.

Fiona Rae describes her love of painting thus: "You get to invent a world and you get to be in charge of what happens in that world. And you don't really get to do that in life, do you?" She smiles at the camera and continues to work on the lilac space around a pink Hallmark-esque heart, superimposed on the canvas. A lime-green thread appears, faintly, under her brush.

Gigantic bronze sculptures that fight for attention in public squares get a quiet place of their own

The sharks are circling Damien while Tracey displays a quiet maturity in her latest work

Captured – snapshots of a Georgian holiday

Careful curators let us see how a rebel Byzantine painter cast a spell over Picasso et al

This useful show leads us through Bauhauser paintings, furniture, even puppets, all forged in the years between the darkness of two world wars

But they are designed to transport wearer and onlooker alike into a world rich with suggestion

In the age of digital manipulation, the camera is having a identity crisis – and it's not a pretty sight

The scale of this Scottish art festival makes others look meagre, and the quality of the work is very tasty too

A German artist who arranges found objects claims that he is merely an archivist, but the stuff doesn't just fall out this way

As the young Turks come of age, two shows reveal that their mature selves can be both nasty and nice

As the television switchover springs us gaily into digital, that endlessly malleable world of glittering pixels, what is it that we are leaving behind us (aside from a mountain of outdated TVs)?