I’m scrambling down a granite and grass hillside, increasingly realising that whilst this is path, it isn’t the path. I’m wary of checking the phone, because I’m at 70% of battery life and the cable is dying. Frankly the phone is dying. Somewhere to my right is a music festival, and I see cars and people passing by on the road I’m aiming for.
I used to maintain a list of exhibitions, because I kept missing stuff. I’ve recreated this, as it went out of date, and obviously this takes time. I’m based in the south-east UK so, with the exception of Dublin, Edinburgh, Glasgow and Tate St Ives, it’s stuff I can do in a day trip (unless I want to make an exception). I can’t pretend to completist (especially now I’m rebuilding) but let me know of stuff I’ve missed and I may add.
Information is presented in good faith — check opening days/hours before travelling and whether stuff is free.
I recommend the National Art Pass for discount — this and Tate/Royal Academy membership pay for themselves if London is getatable.
[Still to add: BALTIC 39,
Courtauld Gallery, Museum of London, Museum of London Docklands, National Museum of Wales, New Art Gallery, Norwich Castle Museum, Strawberry Hill House, The New Art Gallery, Towner, among others]
A longer list is here — andrewmbutler.blog/exhibitions-for-expotitions-updated-11-june-2019/ — and I will add an alphabetical listing. If I could teach myself mail merge, this would be easier (it Americanises dates).
Closes July 2019
- London National Gallery (Sainsbury Wing) Sorolla: Spanish Master of Light (18/03/2019–07/07/2019) https://www.nationalgallery.org.uk/exhibitions/sorolla [Basically three items]
- London British Library (Second Floor Gallery) The New Londoners (22/03/2019–07/07/2019) *Free* https://www.bl.uk/events/the-new-londoners
- London Tate Modern ARTIST ROOMS: Jenny Holzer (23/07/2019–07/07/2019) *Free* https://www.tate.org.uk/whats-on/tate-modern/exhibition/jenny-holzer [May be closed if other events on]
- London Tate Modern Magic Realism: Art in Weimar Germany 1919-33 (30/07/2018–14/07/2019) *Free* https://www.tate.org.uk/whats-on/tate-modern/exhibition/magic-realism
- London British Library (Entrance Hall) Imaginary Cities (05/04/2019–14/07/2019) *Free* https://www.bl.uk/events/imaginary-cities
- Woking The Lightbox Liz Hauck: Anywhere and Everywhere (02/07/2019–14/07/2019) *Free* https://www.thelightbox.org.uk/liz-hauck-anywhere-and-everywhere
- London British Museum (Room 90a) Symbolist prints (12/04/2019–18/07/2019) *Free* https://www.britishmuseum.org/whats_on/exhibitions/symbolist_prints.aspx
- Manchester Manchester Art Gallery School of Integration (05/07/2019–20/07/2019) *Free* http://manchesterartgallery.org/exhibitions-and-events/exhibition/school-of-integration/ [Tania Bruguera]
- London British Museum (Room 35) Edvard Munch: love and angst (11/04/2019–21/07/2019) https://www.britishmuseum.org/whats_on/exhibitions/munch.aspx
- Dublin IMMA (Main Galleries, East Wing) Doris Salcedo: Acts of Mourning (26/05/2019–21/07/2019) https://imma.ie/whats-on/doris-salcedo-acts-of-mourning-exhibition/
- Edinburgh Scottish National Gallery of Modern Art Modern One Contemporary Painters (01/06/2019–27/07/2019) *Free* https://www.nationalgalleries.org/exhibition/contemporary-painters
- Edinburgh Scottish National Gallery of Modern Art Modern One Lines in Space (01/06/2019–27/07/2019) *Free* https://www.nationalgalleries.org/exhibition/lines-space
- London Gagosian Davies Street Ed Ruscha: Eilshemius & Me (18/06/2019–02/08/2019) *Free* https://gagosian.com/exhibitions/2019/ed-ruscha-eilshemius-and-me/ (Tues-Sat)
Life in Motion: Egon Schiele/Francesca Woodman (Liverpool Tate, 24 May-20 September 2018)
A couple of years ago, there was an exhibition called Schiele’s Women at the Courtauld, and I swear that I wrote it up, as Schiele’s Sheilas (yes, I know), but fortunately or unfortunately I can’t find my notes. I think I bought the catalogue. But even without that I would have made the trip to the Pool to see one of their paired exhibitions— like Bacon and Lassnig or Klein and Krasiński where sometimes the pairings work and sometimes they don’t. Like whoever it was with Leonora Carrington.
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I didn’t go to Oslo just to see The Scream (1893), but it would have been worth it. I’ve seen a pen and ink version at Bergen, but this was the first time I’ve seen this version in the flesh – there’s a later, probably 1910, version supposedly at the Munch Museum (but it wasn’t on display) and the one owned by Petter Olsen and sold for $120,000,000 but we take this to be the original.
And so onto 2018, with the thought that 2017 was a pretty lousy year but frankly looks better than 2018.
So I didn’t need to be at the theatre until 7.15 for a 7.45 start, so I thought a HS1 to Saint P would put me on the Victoria to the Royal Academy of Arts, a coffee and expotition booking, the Victoria down to Pimlico and t’Tate t’Britain, Victoria/Northern to Borough and The Royal Oak for an annual half of Harvey’s Christmas Ale, with time for a walk to a Caffè Nerd near London Bridge to sober up for the theatre.
I saw and enjoyed a preview of the Dalì/Duchamp exhibition and will write that up, but I took a second look and my sense that Dalì is the better artist but Duchamp the more interesting one stays. And I got to admire the Christ of Saint John of the Cross again, having not seen it (obviously) Glasgow.
Meanwhile, the From Life show is a group show based on the idea of art taken from life that begins with a horse’s arse (literarily) and is dominated by art student images of Iggy Pop curated by Jeremy Deller, a selection of Gillian Wearing portraits and two instantly identifiable sculptures by Yinka Shonibare MBE, based on laser scans of two statues (or casts?) in The Academy collection
But what drew my attention were three portraits by Jonathan Yeo, the central one being a Paolozzi style sculpture. I didn’t have a predisposition to like Yeo, in a case perhaps of guilt by association, having seen portraits of luminaries such as Andrew Lloyd Webber, Rupert Murdoch, the Duchess of Cornwall and Tony Blair at the Laing Art Gallery. But these two paintings were based on scans of his face and body and were called The Unteleported Man and The Simulacra.
Clearly a Philip K. Dick fan. And quite striking.
A couple of hours later I made it to the Tate and finally did the Rachel Whiteread exhibition. The first woman to win the Turner Prize, she is probably best known for Ghost, the interior of a demolished house, and her Fourth Plinth commission, a cast of the plinth.
A room full of her stuff is a little overwhelming, or perhaps underwhelming. And it is one room —the Tate having removed the walls that usually guide you through the galleries. It is the same idea repeated: lots of casts of doors or mattresses, a cast of Room 101, a cast of bookshelves, a cast of a staircase… you get the idea. I’m glad I didn’t pay, for I clearly wasn’t in the mood and I had to go in search of colour in paintings to detox. I’ve liked works individually, but a retrospective made me recall the sublime Roger Hiorns copper sulphate cast of a council flat, Seizure.
In fact, a proper Whiteread retrospective would be a cast of Tate Britain.
Your kilometerage may vary.
And then in the shop I noticed a copy of Dick’s Confessions of a Crap Artist.
Yes, obviously, I know “crap” isn’t acting as the emphasised adjective — Jack Isidore is not an artist who is crap and I’m not saying that Whiteread is an artist who is… But I couldn’t immediately see why the book was there.
In a sense she creates alternate realities, making the space solid… but why that book? What did I miss?
Sidney Nolan (Ikon, Birmingham, 10 June—3 September 2017)
I usually say to students that there are no stupid questions. But I fear that I asked one on Saturday — but in defence I’d done battle with Google Maps twice and had gone in exactly the wrong direction, in search of coffe, and then the gallery. “How old was he when he painted these?” I asked.
Given this year marks Sidney Nolan’s centenary, it ought to be basic maths. Mid sixties or older. The gallery attendant had suggested that Nolan painted these canvases whilst hanging from a harness — although the catalogue doesn’t mention this. A photo of him shows him with a flat canvas, which would make sense given the way the paint seems to bleed, but I am sceptical about his acrobatics.