I’m not sure if this is a finished painting or not, or if it’s the right way round. One thing I am sure of is that it lacks good taste, so that’s a point in its favour. Like several other paintings I’ve done, it looks a bit like someone running away to the left, trying to escape, perhaps, from the threatening mass of yellow coming in from the right.
The Yellow Thing
Blackpaint, 20.06.16
Mary Heilmann at Whitechapel Gallery
Great free exhibition, some examples below. One criticism: too many dots. They remind me of Smarties and give the whole show a sort of nursery overtone (enhanced by the fluorescent little pieces of furniture). I know this is not a valid point, but more of an unreconstructed male prejudice, but there we are.
This spidery motif is repeated effectively in several other works, as are the spots and stripes.
Reminds me of that great Vanessa Bell abstract (below), done with less muted colours – and less texture, but texture is something that Heilmann does do elsewhere, swirling her brush where you might expect matt finish. That pink square in that position must be a reference, surely.
Vanessa Bell
Still my favourite Heilmann painting; I like the thin, trickle- down effect in that beautiful blue-green. Terrific exhibition, if you can handle the dots.
New Tate Modern gallery – the Switch House
The cladding, spaced – out beige bricks (they seem to be supported by rubber washers), looks like tweed. A vaguely Aztec tweed tower with a pleat up the side. Inside, blond wood floors and stairs, Fred and Ginger spirals, the “Maria and Peter Kellner Bridge”. Dizzy, full window views here and there.
Most of the memorable art seemed to be by women; I think they are operating a 50-50 policy now, I guess that’s only in the new bit. These are the works I remember:
- Roni Horn’s big glass pink cube.
- Rebecca Horn’s roomful of surreal costumery, inspired surely by Ernst (feathers) and maypoles (head extension).
- Lygia Clark’s huge grey metal – well, air conditioning unit, it looks like, lying in the middle of the gallery, as if brought from the Ali Baba kebab restaurant in Bloomsbury (NB – I THINK it’s Clark’s; the labelling generally is infuriatingly difficult to match to the pieces).
- A roomful of Louise Bourgeois pieces, very similar to those currently on show in the Guggenheim, Bilbao – see last blog – and containing several of the very few paintings of any description in the new bit; Mark Bradford’s big, dark, abstract cityscape-ish picture is the only other thing on a wall, as I recall.
Roni Horn’s pink cube
- Ana Lupas, Romanian artist, farmers’ wheat structures, contained in “tins”.
- Down at the bottom in the tanks, when we went, there was a musician playing a sort of hurdy-gurdy, amplified electronically; it made a clicking drone which seemed to loosen your fillings.
Lygia Clark at Alison Jacques Gallery, W1
An exhibition of Clark’s work from the fifties. She was Brazilian, died in 1988 and made a whole lot of intricate little hinged metal pieces, one of which is in the new Tate Mod gallery – maybe two, if she did the “AC unit”, described above. But that is neither hinged, nor little… There is a MOMA catalogue of Clark’s work in the gallery and when you see a whole lot of these contrivances together, they take on the feel of executive desk toys. I liked the pieces below, however, especially the miniature room – seen a lot of these lately, in the Bilbao Bourgeois show for example.
Gomorrah, Sky Atlantic
It’s Series 2, episode 12 or 13 already, but I’ve only just discovered it. The gangster taste, the violence, the haircuts, the huge, dilapidated, concrete spaceship flats -fantastic, but above all, the language. Neapolitan dialect, sounds like Portuguese to me, nothing like Italian, and the theme – “Nuje Vulimme ‘Na Speranza” by Nto’ and Lucariello.
Maybe it’s better this way round?
Blackpaint
20.06.16