Showing posts with label Hayward Gallery. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hayward Gallery. Show all posts

Sunday, 31 March 2013

Light Show, Man Ray and Becoming Picasso

I've been to a few exhibitions recently, starting off with ...

Light Show @ The Hayward Gallery

The hint is in the title, it's an exhibition full of works themed around light in various manifestations. One of my favourites was the first work you see when you go into the dimly-lit gallery, Cylinder II by Leo Villareal. It's a very big and rather marvellous piece in which light runs up and down silver streamers, sometimes random and sometimes making patterns. I stood and stared at it becoming ever more mesmerised by the magical lights. It's a very clever piece.

There are works that you walk into and interact with, others you sit and watch at a distance, some you can't touch and others you can join in and disrupt the flow of light to create your own art.

I loved Chromosaturation by Carlos Cruz-Diez that is made up of three rooms you can walk into and be saturated by different colours, bathed in bright primary colours that blend at the margins. It felt quite magical to be in those rooms, walking around and changing colour. A room full of blue light, another with red and another with green light, acting like photoshop on photos, everyone with cameras and phones out, experimenting with the light. It's not only art, it's great fun too!

The other piece I'd single out is Model for A Timeless Garden by Olafur Eliasson (the bloke that did The Weather Project - aka the Big Sun - at the Tate Modern ten years ago). It's basically a set of small fountains in a blacked out room with strobe lighting trained on the fountains. It's such a simple but effective idea and was quite magical, almost like seeing interactive diamonds in a dark dwarf kingdom.

Man Ray @ The National Portrait Gallery

There's a great exhibition of Man Ray photographic portraits at the National Portrait Gallery at the moment. It's not a big exhibition but it's quite a thrill to see all these famous people that've been photographed by the same man over six decades, see the changing styles, see the unknowns next to the famous, all quite fab really.

There are photos of Marcel Duchamp, a photo of George Braque and Pablo Picasso side by side, creators of Cubism, George looking quite workman-like and Picasso looking decidedly shifty. There's a rather dashing Ernest Hemingway, a bearded Henri Matisse and a host of others. Did he know every artist who was or was going to become famous? Later on we see a lovely, stylised portrait of Coco Chanel and a famous Virginia Woolf portrait.

It's not just the big names, the artists and film stars that he photographed. There was also the striking Barbette, a cross-dressing acrobat, with double exposures to show him on the high wire as well as in full make-up in the same photo.

It's quite a fun exhibition so go and see it while you can.

Becoming Picasso, Paris 1901 @ The Courtald Gallery

Yet another Picasso exhibition is the small but delightful 'Becoming Picasso' exhibition of his works from 1901 when he moved to Paris. As with every Picasso exhibition, it gets crowded so get there early. It's only made up of two rooms and, maybe, 30 paintings, but it's worth seeing.

My favourite painting was the in your face 'Yo Picasso' of the young and brash artist who knows he's good and knows he'll be the next big thing. I looked at it and looked at it and started to think he reminded me of someone else. Someone with the same attitude, the same moustache, the same flair for colour. Picasso looks like Prince! Or maybe Prince looks like the young Picasso? Who knows but there's definitely a resemblance.

Other paintings worth drinking in are 'Harlequin and Companion', one of a series of Harlequin paintings he did in Paris, and 'Evocation (The Burial Of Casagemass)'. The latter is very odd and doesn't really look like a Picasso painting, telling the story of the burial, from friends gathered round the body to his spirit riding off to heaven surrounded by the spirits of prostitutes he's known. Rather odd.

I like the Harlequin, the rather glum figures with a glass of absinthe, looking round and watching the world go by. I'd have that hanging on my wall any day...

Monday, 1 October 2012

Some Day All The Adults Will Die - Hayward Gallery

I went along to see 'Some Day All The Adults Will Die: Punk Design 1971-1984', a small exhibition at The Hayward Gallery last week to see the roots of punk design and how it evolved but I think it's over-selling itself somewhat. Bill it as an exhibition of posters, fanzines and limited-edition 7” singles and I'm with you all the way. 


It's only two small rooms plus a corridor upstairs at the Hayward but it was packed with memories and smiles for me. There were lots of references to the Sex Pistols but I saw nothing for The Clash or X-Ray Spex, and only one mention of The Jam. Lots of the names of bands meant nothing to me (but probably meant everything to the curator) since we were in the territory of bands coming together for a few gigs and then splitting into various off-shoots but it was the energy and enthusiasm that seeped from the posters and records that entranced me. This was DIY culture writ large.

I loved glancing around the wall of fanzines and spotting an edition I'd actually bought back in the day. Then looking over the wall of 7” singles and seeing a rather battered cover for the Swell Maps whereas mine is rather more pristine. I also loved looking in a glass case at some cassette singles – were they in a a glass because they were cassettes (a now lost technology to anyone under 30) or because they were rare? I don't know, but it made me smile.

The whole exhibition made me smile. It's rather incomplete in that there's nothing about fashion or any of the other visual or tactile arts – it really is about posters, record covers and fanzines and there's nothing wrong with that. Maybe one day we'll get a more all-encompassing exhibition about punk, but not today. If you're at a loose end on the Southbank with half an hour (or less) to spare the head on over to the Hayward Gallery and take a look.