The Italian Kinetic artist Gianni Colombo died back in 1993 left various experimental materials, ideas and works. The exhibition at the Robilant + Voena gallery is the first show of his art in the UK by curate Francesca Pola. The work in the exhibition represents the first twenty years of his career. He was very much interested in active connections and the experience in art. He created environments and objects that engaged in different manners with an alternative notion of perception and conform to a more contemplative interactive use of the object. read more
The wall paper of photos taken by the artist to me seemed unnecessary it really did not add anything to the works of mixed media made. If anything I don’t believe people seemed to pay much attention to it.
Despite this the works themselves that are hung were interesting pieces; paint covered books, to canvas with felt, paint and small wood panels with different layers; referencing modernism and abstraction, creating these relief type objects in a 3-Dimensional form. read more
A centenary of art and Jewish activity in London the Ben Uri Gallery and Museum has established something unique as an interpretation of language or should I say ontology of the jewish community that has existed in Britain for the past hundred years. The show from Ben Uri’s collection is relevant to all but more importantly to those who made the art it gave them an identity, to remind themselves who they are and where they are from. read more
I could almost hear the Cuban music playing in the background in the group show ’Concrete Cuba’ at the David Zwirner gallery in London. It was an enjoyable event in respect of the art and many their thought the same as people were concerned enough to go around the show and look closely at the art.
We came, we saw, we Glastonburyed.
The iconic festival drew us to its bosom and spat us out five days later after an orgy of music, world food, mud, tenting, smelly, dirty toilets, and the visitation of the biggest ego in rapping – Kanye West, who, despite flashes of genius, failed to deliver the musical boner that he promised.
Oh well, what Kanye couldnt grasp, a red-headed goddess known as Florence eagerly grabbed. For it was this 29 year old mystical indie rocker who, on Friday night, seized the chance to replace the planned headliners Foo Fighters and make a million hearts flutter with her incantations of the likes of ‘Dog Days are Over’ and ‘You’ve got the love’. She ran, she jumped, she embraced the crowd. She was undoubtedly the queen of Glasto 2015.
The Who, who headlined the final day, were the polar opposites. Despite being ageing grandads, they are still channeling the rage of youth by virtue of some of the best songs in the rock and roll canon. Opening with ‘Who Are You?’ And then running through all the greats including ‘I can see for Miles’, ‘My Generation’ and ‘Won’t Get Fooled Again’. And yes, despite being 70, Daltrey nailed the scream at the end of the latter. In case you don’t know it is probably the most famous scream in Rock’n'Roll, and enough to send most of the 100,000 crowd at the Pyramid Stage into a frenzy of sorts.
Glastonbury has its critics – particularly as the lineup this year was a bit lacking – but it is the Oasis of festivals. It doesn’t give a toss what you think because it is the most amazing and best loved festival in the UK by a country mile, some would say in e world.
On my first day I spent a glorious couple of hours in the ‘Green Fields’ which is the location for craft and healing stuff, but my eyes and ears were averted by a crowd of 30 or so souls surrounding a piano, placed in a clearing for anyone to use. Various festivalgoers were taking turns on the piano while the crowd sung along. It was a special moment delivering smiles and laughs aplenty. It felt that this was what Glastonbury was all about whatever the big acts delivered – just people making and enjoying music together in the sunshine.
I knew in a moment why people come year after year.
I took a barbarian friend (who says he knows nothing about art) to Richard Jackson’s Art show at the Hauser and Wirth Gallery in Saville Row North, London.
I suspect he was only enticed by the free beer. But the show must have had an impact on him, because he keeps sending me random thoughts. He was dumbfounded on the night, but the images keep popping in and out of his brain at random times, through some sort of cerebral cat flap.
I will report his thought as they come filtering into my email inbox.
Thanks for taking me to that show.
I can’t get the thought of those men squirting paint out of their bottoms out of my mind. I’m worried about what that says about my sexuality.
I keep thinking about those men. It’s got to sting shooting pain out your bottom, for one thing.
They weren’t a very ethnically diverse group (the bottom painters). All uniform height and colour. Not that that matters. I don’t know why I brought it up now. Forget I said that or before long someone will call me a racist.
(Boy, that artist bloke knows how to start a controversy)
By Nick Booth
As for that lady on the photocopier… that was even more disturbing.. I was both terrifIed and turned on.
But I’ll talk about that later.
I don’t believe artists are being allowed to lead the direction of art due to corporatisation and the media that has established or encamped itself in the field of art. People with money, power are dictating what art is; propaganda in a global sense. Using Duchamp as an excuse for everything really does a disservice to Duchamp the artist. Although I have to say some people seem quite happy to play along. read more
A cut out
It has been a while since I have taken any notice of the French artist Matisse. I very much prefer his cut outs but a lot of people admire his paintings. I am not one to say what makes a good artist or a Master in this respect although I would say I am a very good artist myself and may be better but then I am bias. The show was curated by Nicholas Cullinan the curator for the department of Modern and Contemporary Art at the Metropolitan Museum. read more
I am constantly surprised by the fact that many Koreans I meet in London don’t know about the excellent and spacious Korean Cultural Centre, KCC, nestled in the middle of Northumberland Avenue, just a stone’s throw from Trafalgar Square.
The KCC does what you would expect for a Korean-government funded operation – host all manner of events that promote Korean culture. The good news is that much of what they promote is by living artists who you can meet and exchange ideas with. read more
This is one for the diary as it is the Euroart Studio opening with over 70 artists opening their studios to the public for viewing. Meet the artists and see their work of all types. It runs from the 6th until the 8th June 2014.
Mina Aidoo, Lydia Hardiman, Jim Pipkin, Jenny Kidd, Anne Teahan, Tessa Rawcliffe, Laurence Glazier, Phaedon Constantin, Sibylla McGrogor, Wen Wu, Gary Myatt, Lorraine Clarke, Stephen Buckeridge, Anya Beaumont, Emily Ault, Emma Wood, Raymond Isaac, Jeanette Khalil, Chloe Purcell, Mark Jeffreys, Sally Wilford, David Gadeke, John Bird, Juliette Jeanclaude, Non Worroll, Julie Eilenberger, Nigel Booth, Jo Aylmer, Stephanie Herbert, Judy Clarkson, Geoff Gunby, Trevor Banthorpe, Elisabeth Bond, Leyla Rees, Infinity Bunce, Monika Tobel, Matt Small, Angela Britton, Miranda Benzies, Katy Potts, Zoe Fudge, Nat Pimlott, Jonay Matos, Veronica Fox, Robin Lee, Georgie Nettell, Blaise Thompson, Andrew Lee, Anna Barlow, Sally Wood, Rhed Fawell, Emma Roberts, Polly Huggett, Stevie Rayne, Jenny Bush, Jane Fletcher, Max Atkins, Ryan Orme, Qing Qi, Eleanor Spalding, Julia Maddison, Fatima Jamadar. read more