Out of Blixen, Riotous Company, Coronet Theatre, Notting Hill Gate
Kathryn Hunter (below) in the play which consists of four Blixen/Dinesen stories, stitched together with a little biographical narrative from Hunter as Blixen. In the photo below she is playing a 13 year old girl; elsewhere in the play, she imitates a fish – rather effectively, in both cases. I remember seeing her as Richard III at the Globe some 15 years ago; she seems to have unlimited powers of transformation.
The staging is varied – few tricks missed, Mia Theil Have, playing at various times a peregrine falcon, an exotic dancer and a (bogus) angel, loses no opportunity to climb up into the stage curtains and utilise them as ship’s rigging or heavenly wings; she is most striking, though, as a peasant woman reaping imaginary rye with an imaginary sickle, all around the auditorium – like an animated Russian propaganda poster. There are also stilts, a mobile piano, some minimal audience involvement and earth, or possibly grain, falling onto the stage from the heights (to crunch underfoot, during Blixen’s piece). It’s pretty much magic realism. I see Blixen as a bit like Frida Kahlo – Kahlo shattered by her tram accident in youth, Blixen afflicted by syphilis inherited from her father, I believe. She’s popular with feminists; Paul Tickell, the writer of this piece, says she draws “in particular on the feminism which began to emerge out of the 18th century Enlightenment”. It’s on until 22nd April.
Selfie to Self-Expression, Saatchi Gallery, Sloane Square
Well, is it art? Some is, for sure. Fantastic exhibition if you are a teacher in search of a good trip out for the kids (judging by the number of school groups there on the days I went).
There’s a room of illuminated photographic panels with famous self-portraits that could never be assembled if you wanted the originals: three of the famous old age Rembrandts, Courbet, Manet, Renoir, Cezanne, Basquiat, Warhol, Freud, Spencer, Van Gogh, and Velasquez’ Las Meninas.
Then, a room of proper selfies: Russian daredevils atop skyscrapers, a swimmer kissing sharks – and another with a great white approaching fast behind him, Brad and Jolie, Cumberbatch photobombing U2, and so on.
Novelty tech as below; a creepy room where you appear in surveillance mode; a selection of creative self-portraits entered for an exhibition, containing some brilliant work. Highly recommended – I’ve been twice.
Who can this miserable old git be, with the glamorous, smoky-eyed woman?
The same pair, I think…
Russian jail tattoos, part of selfie exhibition.
Get Out (dir, Jordan Peele, 2017)
Starring Daniel Kaluuya, great in “Black Mirror”, a warning to black American men to beware of white girlfriends with liberal parents. Whatever you do, don’t go to visit for the weekend…
It’s full of references to other films: I got “The Prophet” (the deer scene), “Night of the Living Dead” (Romero’s original B&W), “Les Yeux sans Visage” (the surgery scene), “Under the Skin” (the Sunken Place) – not to mention “Stepford Wives”, which all reviews – well, mention.
When I saw it, at the Brixton Ritzy, there were only two black people in the cinema; a woman and her daughter, I think, sitting in front of me. They were talking intermittently, in a sort of Gogglebox way: “Oh he’s not going in there, is he? Get out now, you fool!” – that sort of thing. Suddenly, a young woman’s voice, slight accent, French maybe – “Ladies; please can you stop talking? Thank you”, from across the aisle. Meanwhile, on screen, the black hero struggled to save himself from the Obama-loving white liberals. The ironies abound.
Keith Tyson, Turn Back Now, at Jerwood Gallery (Hastings)
Keith Tyson
Tyson’s pictures are displayed as above, in a sort of 19th century Royal Academy Exhibition way. wall to wall. They are so varied as to defy description, except to say that many have whimsical, surreal or ironic commentary. I liked some, for instance, the rather Festival of Britain ones in the picture above.
The permanent collection at the Jerwood, although small, contains some beautiful pieces, by Michael Ayrton, David Jones, John Wells, Barnes-Graham and others – especially Eileen Agar, who has a room to herself:
Eileen Agar – rather like Colquhoun and MacBryde, I thought
Agar again
Christopher Wood
Next week, Queer British Art at Tate Britain. Readers in London during the next two weeks may like to visit our annual exhibition at Sprout Gallery (see below):
Western Approaches (WIP)
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17/04/17
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