Chiharu Shiota: Threads of Life @ the Hayward Gallery

‘Everyone’s different. Everyone’s connected.’
(Chiharu Shiota)

‘While we live our lives separately, we are, at the same time, deeply connected’

This is a weird and wonderful, beguiling and genuinely ‘immersive’ exhibition. Japanese artist Chiharu Shiota was born in Osaka in 1972 but has lived and worked in Berlin, Germany since 1996. ‘Threads of Life’ is her first major solo exhibition in a London public gallery. As a retrospective it includes examples of:

  • drawings
  • early performance videos
  • photographs

But the blockbuster items are the three big gallery-sized installations in which thousands of yards of woollen thread have been intricately woven into dazzling webs and cocoons, strange disorientating mazes which eerily incorporate everyday objects such as shoes, keys, beds, chairs and dresses. The show includes other, less dramatic works, but let’s look at the three big showstoppers first.

1. Threads of Life (2026)

‘Threads that bind us to life, to others, the complex ties that not only bind us to one another and to the world, but also to the memories that are always shaping the cycle of life. networks of relationships and meaning…’

In the Hayward’s biggest upstairs gallery, thousands of yards of bright red wool have been intertwined to create an enormously complicated web of fine filaments covering the whole ceiling and coming down the walls of this big gallery, and from this mesh dangle what the visitor assistant told me is no fewer than 20,000 old keys. And there, abandoned in the middle of this strange entanglement, is the frame of an old wooden, double door, set partly open.

Installation view of Chiharu Shiota at the Hayward Gallery showing the largest installation, ‘Threads of Life’ (photo by the author)

Curators talk a lot about ‘immersive experiences’ but because it comes down from the ceiling at you, and covers the walls and intrudes onto the floorspace it really did feel ‘immersive’. Also the sheer redness, unadulterated, uninterrupted, unrelieved red, the gallery lights shining through the intricate web and turning everything red, red, red. It felt like something urgent and important was happening. What does Shiota herself say?

‘I believe that people are connected by an invisible thread. Some call this ‘the red string of fate,’ but I use red thread because it also resembles the colour of blood. Like threads, human relationships can be tight, loose, dense, cut, or knotted…’

And the keys? Twenty thousand rusty old, second-hand worn keys. What do they symbolise except 20,000 precious locations, places people wanted to keep secure and private – homes, rooms, cupboards, trunks and boxes, safe spaces, protected spaces, locations of experiences and memories and values. And now deracinated, removed from their sources and meanings, from their previous owners, and now dangling from blood red skeins. Why?

Installation view of Chiharu Shiota at the Hayward Gallery showing some of the 20,000 keys hanging by intricate webs of red thread from the ceiling (photo by the author)

And the doors, the double doors, ajar enough for visitors to walk through – what are you walking into? And out of? What happens when you walk through the door? As when Alice stepped through the looking glass. Doors can mark the boundary between the public and private, the known and unknown, the past and the future. Interestingly, lot of visitors were walking round and round the room but very few walking through the obvious opening, as if daunted. Unafraid, I walked self-consciously through the parted portals and nothing happened… or did it?

Installation view of Chiharu Shiota at the Hayward Gallery showing the open doors at the centre of ‘Threads of Life’ (photo by the author)

Another thing: these doors had a lock so the obvious questions arises: which of the 20,000 keys unlocked these doors? As in a fairy story, as in a fable. If I’d been visiting with my young children I’d have asked them to suggest which key was The Key, the Key To The Door and set them off hunting. As Shiota puts it:

‘Although each of our lives is different, we all hold a key in our hands, and with that key, you feel anything is possible. It secures your home, but it can also open the door to new opportunities. My work offers the chance to experience something different from ordinary life: the chance to enter another realm and see the red threads that are invisible in the [real] world, but are impossible to live without.’

2. Letters of Thanks (2026)

Into the next gallery and a variation on the theme: instead of tangled skeins we have thousands of small-gauge ropes , dyed the identical same primary red as in the key room, but this time hanging directly down from the high ceiling until just above the floor. But once again that’s not all, there is another component: as the key room enmeshed thousands of keys, so these hanging threads are interspersed with hundreds and hundreds of sheets of paper, folding, curled, suspended in mid-flutter, frozen in space and time as they appear to fall from the white ceiling.

Installation view of Chiharu Shiota at the Hayward Gallery showing ‘Letters of Thanks’ (photo by the author)

What are they? Thank you letters. Shiota tells us that she wanted to convey her gratitude to her father, who worked so hard for his family but fond it easiest to do in a letter and this prompted thoughts about how it’s often easiest to bare deep emotions in the objective form of writing than by saying them.

And so the genesis of this iterative work: every time the work is exhibited, Shiota invites people to share their own thank you letters, and she proceeds to embed them in the next iteration. This the work includes, in tumbling mid-flight, letters from Brazil, Austria, Germany, Denmark, Japan, and now London.

And clearly the cosmopolitan nature of contemporary art, and Shiota’s many destinations, themselves weave a kind of invisible web of connections. You can imagine a thread following the airplanes she takes round the world, weaving red threads round the globe. And then you could kind of dig deeper, look closer, and imagine the hundreds, probably thousands of thank you letters she’s received and embedded in the work, and the myriad connections those make out to their loved ones, parents, partners, children and so on. Macro and micro meshes.

This exhibition reflects the often-hidden connections between us, with each thread becoming a trace of our shared existence, weaving visible forms from the invisible threads of life. Through my work, I try to make sense of life and its uncertainties; each installation has grown from personal experiences, such as losing my father, facing death and questioning what it means to be human. With this exhibition, I want to highlight the marvellous aspects of ordinary existence.’

3. During Sleep (2026)

The third blockbuster installation is in another big gallery space and consists of half a dozen basic metal beds, such as you might find in an army barracks, laid out in an orderly pattern so you can walk up one aisle, round the end and back out of the gallery – but the point is that these banal objects are enmeshed in an even more invasive, consuming cocoon of thousands and thousands of internetted threads, this time coloured minatory black.

Installation view of Chiharu Shiota at the Hayward Gallery showing ‘During Sleep’ (photo by the author)

The red key room felt wonderful, liberating and life-enhancing whereas, presumably because of the colour black, and the stark contrast between the black thread and the white sheets and pillows and metal frames of the bed – black and white – this space felt both colder and more claustrophobic and downright spooky. Shiota provides a detailed explanation:

‘When I moved to Germany I moved nine times in three years. Every time I changed where I slept, I’d wake up unable to recognise where I was. While sitting in bed, I picked up some yarn and started weaving it around my body, desperate to create a space of my own. It was like painting in the air. The black threads enveloped the bed just like a cocoon.’

So for her the thing appears to have a comforting, protective motivation but I must say it worked the opposite for me. I am scared of spiders and this made me feel like I was entering an enormous spider’s web with a barely suppressed feeling of panic that somewhere, lurking just out of sight, must be an enormous spider. It reminded me of the horrible scene in ‘Lord of the Rings’ where Frodo and Sam find themselves in the pitch black caves of the giant spider, Shelob, monster of nightmares. Or other old-timers like me might remember the famous Dr Who episode from the 1960s where a monster takes over the London Underground and spins a horrifying cocoon of sticky webs which trap its victims.

Well, Shiota’s aim is nothing like that. She goes on to explain that, as part of the exhibition, on certain days, performers are going to get into the beds and lie there for a time, impressing the beds with their weight and shape and warmth.

‘At certain times during the exhibition, performers sleep in the beds. I like the shape of the sheets after someone has slept in them. Each person leaves a different one and I can see their former existence in those traces. A sleeping person occupies the gap between dreaming and reality. To me, death might be the perfect sleep. It represents a new state of existence within the cycle of life, one that moves towards a larger universe.’

Very restful, calm and civilised. I could see the outlines in the beds and sheets where these performers had already slept and I understand the intention. Shiota intends the work to depict a kind of haunting of the real world by ghostly absences. But I couldn’t get past my own sense of uncanny, spooky and barely-suppressed horror.

Installation view of Chiharu Shiota at the Hayward Gallery showing ‘During Sleep’ (photo by the author)

Another web work

State of Being (Dress) (2025)

Between the huge key room and the narrow dangling help note room is what looks like a vitrine, large enough to hold what looks like a white wedding dress, but engulfed in an amazingly intricate web of black thread. Again, total black against total white. Maybe white purity occluded by the thousand striations of real life. Or the purity of the dram world or ideal life, imprisoned in ten thousand compromises and preventions.

Installation view of Chiharu Shiota at the Hayward Gallery showing ‘State of being: Dress’ (photo by the author)

As usual my response is more intense (and negative) than Shiota’s etherial intention:

‘In my work, I use found objects that I come across in my daily life. These items represent an absent person whose story I can never truly know, yet they help me feel connected to universal human experiences. Clothing, in particular, reflects this idea. When we wear our clothes, the fabric accumulates our feelings and memories. It is like a second skin. In the absence of the body, a shell of our existence remains – a state of our being. Piling up layer upon layer of threads creates the entirety of the universe bound within this framed space. When I can no longer trace a single line with my eye, the sculpture is complete. At that point, I feel as if I am able to glimpse what lies beyond, and touch the truth.’

Non-web works

These four web-and-thread works are all relatively recent. As you proceed into the exhibition you go back in time to earlier works from Shiota’s career, specifically to three earlier and non-thread-based pieces.

Video: Wall (2010)

On the stairs to the upstairs gallery you come across a video screen showing all 3 minutes and 39 seconds of ‘Wall’. In this video 38-year-old Shiota is lying naked on a white floor and is covered with a spaghetti tangle of white plastic tubing. As the video proceeds in flickering time-lapse jumps, we discover the tubes are hollow because one by one they fill with a red liquid, red the colour of blood, slowly spurting through all the tubes until a tangle of white tubes has become a tangle of red ones.

Installation view of Chiharu Shiota at the Hayward Gallery showing ‘Wall’ (photo by the author)

Surprisingly, this started from a meditation on the concept of walls:

‘I had wanted to create a work around the theme of walls for a long time. I took photographs of the Berlin Wall and the Western Wall in Jerusalem, but I decided to focus instead on the ‘walls’ within our bloodstream: family, nationality, religion, and other boundaries to do with the human condition. These walls give us comfort and a sense of identity, yet they can also strangle us. In Wall, my body is entangled in red tubes resembling blood vessels, as if the body has been turned inside out, revealing everything that is carried in our blood on the outside.’

I haven’t yet mentioned that there is an audio track on the film which is a slow human heartbeat:

‘The heartbeat of a fetus inside the womb forms the soundtrack, encapsulating my sense of the many things I have experienced over the years – such as illness, pregnancy, miscarriage, and childbirth.’

Try and Go Home (1997)

This feels very basic and entry-level compared to the mature sophistication of the web works. It simply consists of six black and white photos depicting a performance. According to her own account, Shiota moved to Germany in 1996 and enrolled in the University of Fine Arts in Hamburg. Here she took a course with performance artist Marina Abramović who told them to write down one word. ‘Japan’ immediately came to Shiota’s mind.

Her account then jumps to the idea that she went out to the countryside and dug a hollow in the ground. She proceeded to take off all her clothes and performed the attempt to crawl back to the place she wanted to go home to. Again and again she tried, again and again she couldn’t get very far into the cave and rolled back down the slope, obviously becoming more dirty and muddy with every attempt.

Which is why the exhibition presents us with these six photos, presumably taken by a colleague and partner in the performance, of her naked body in various parts of the burrow-and-roll process.

Installation view of Chiharu Shiota at the Hayward Gallery showing six photos from ‘Try and Go Home’ (photo by the author)

This is so far removed from the webworks as to feel like the works of a completely different artist. On the other hand, it is obviously linked to the video by Shiota’s willingness to get naked, to photograph and film herself naked, and to display herself naked in a public gallery for tens of thousands of visitors to look at. Make of that what you will.

The Trainee (2023 to 2024)

Much more recent is another work which, initially, seems completely unrelated to the web works. In the early 2020s Shiota was asked to create illustrations for a novel. Yoko Tawada’s novel ‘The Trainee’ is set in Germany in the 1980s and follows a young woman who works at a book distribution company. It draws from Yoko’s own experience of moving to Germany around the same time, where she felt like she was starting a second life.

The novel was serialised in the Japanese newspaper Yomiuri Shimbun and Shiota created pictures to accompany its daily publication. It was a case of trial and error. Her first illustrations derived from underlining words and transforming them into pictures but when she saw them in print they felt too dark. So she developed a new approach which was to use coloured wrapping and origami paper and interweave them with her trademark red thread. Aha! Return of the threads!

The final result was nearly 400 watercolour and charcoal drawings and collages, each stitched with her signature red threads and they are all exhibited here in one wall-length display.

Installation view of Chiharu Shiota: Threads of Life. Drawings for Yoko Tawada’s Praktikantin (The Trainee) Photo by Mark Blower. Courtesy of the Hayward Gallery © DACS, London, 2026 and Chiharu Shiota

To be honest, I was still so dazzled by the big web rooms that I found it difficult to readjust my sense of scale and response to these relatively small and detailed works. Especially as I had no idea what the plot of the novel was that they’re illustrating. And especially since there are so many of them. To my mind they required a completely different sense of scale and attention than the big web rooms which had completely bowled me over.

Video of Shiota at work and explaining


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The Long Now @ the Saatchi Gallery

The Saatchi Gallery is 40 years old. To celebrate they are staging this big, varied, confusing, uneven and sometimes stunning exhibition of recent and contemporary art. It showcases some 100 works by nearly 50 artists, including new works by some of the iconic artists long associated with the Gallery (such as Damien Hirst and Jenny Saville, Gavin Turk and Jake Chapman), alongside works from a new, younger generation.

Installation view of room 2 in The Long Now at the Saatchi Gallery, showing the Jenny Saville painting at the end and a Polly Morgan sculpture on the wall on the right (photo by the author)

The curators have divided the pieces up into ten sections, each with a distinct theme. The themes reflect concepts which have underpinned exhibitions throughout the Saatchi Gallery’s 40-year existence, and are:

  1. Mark making
  2. Lyrical abstraction
  3. Reverb
  4. Inner landscape
  5. The Yard
  6. Circulation-Refraction
  7. Post-human
  8. Bardo
  9. Exposed
  10. 20:50

But having gone round the exhibition twice, it dawned on me that it’s actually a show of two halves. What I mean is that, varied and often very good though many of the earlier works are, the show feels like it leads up, in the second half, from The Yard onwards, to a succession of large and dazzling installations. These are so striking as to risk overwhelming the earlier, more traditional or modestly sized works. For this review I’ll cut across the themes to divide them up by media or format.

Painting

The curators are at pains to emphasise that the Saatchi Gallery has always had a special commitment to painting, and so the show includes works by leading contemporary painters like Alex Katz, Michael Raedecker, Ansel Krut, Martine Poppe and Jo Dennis. The first room contains one of the most striking paintings, ‘Chance Composition 206’ by Alice Anderson, which dominates by dint of its sheer size. Anderson paints found objects and scatters them across the surface of the canvas, sometimes in the course of dances, and her work apparently references everything from Indigenous dances to quantum physics. What comes over is it’s big and dynamic and exciting.

Installation of The Long Now at the Saatchi Gallery showing ‘Chance Composition 206’ by Alice Anderson (photo by Matt Chung)

The obvious comparison is with the Abstract Expressionism of Jackson Pollock but Anderson does feel, on closer examination, distinctly different. Even after all these years, I still like the drama of seeing the thick congealed daubs and brushstrokes of paint on the canvas, something which thrilled me at the Van Gogh/Anselm Kiefer exhibition.

Detail of ‘Composition 206’ by Alice Anderson in the Long Now at the Saatchi Gallery (photo by the author)

There were lots of subtler works which I don’t have time to linger on, but the other really striking painting in the show is a characteristically enormous portrait by Jenny Saville, ‘Passage’ from 2004.

Installation view of ‘Passage’ by Jenny Saville (2004) in The Long Now at the Saatchi Gallery (photo by Matt Chung)

As you’ll remember from my review of the recent Saville show at the National Portrait Gallery, Saville has triumphantly shown that painting, portrait painting, and nude painting are still very viable formats. As usual the small flat reproduction in this review in no way conveys the energy and excitement of the paint, of seeing first-hand the dynamic swathes and strokes of paint across the canvas.

Obviously the subject matter is that obsession of so many modern artists and curators, gender. In this case the subject is a transvestite with – if I understand the notes right – a ‘natural penis’ and artificial boobs. No doubt he or she is being brave and speaking their truth and being seen etc etc. For me, though, none of that’s very interesting; the magical, riveting thing is the way great daubs of paint on a flat surface can convey weight and shape and heft and character. She really is a painter of staggering genius.

Sculpture

But it was easy to breeze past a lot of the paintings and not give them the time they require because there were so many more funky distracting sculptures. Born in 1973, Jo Dennis is Scottish. Her big (three and a half metres tall) work, ‘Mother’, is constructed from steel frames supporting found material including tent canvas, yarn and the artist’s own clothes, which are them spray painted. I liked it very much, its presence and shape and dynamic. Without touching it you can feel the roughness of the material, and the whole thing has an imposing totemic presence.

‘Mother’ by Jo Dennis (2025) in The Long Now at the Saatchi Gallery (photo by the author)

This second room had a bunch of fun and funky sculptures including works by Olivia Bax, born 1988 in Singapore, which use chicken wire and metal frames as the basis for angular, metallic, wood, clay and plastic pieces, which I liked very much.

Installation view of The Long Now at the Saatchi Gallery (photo by Matt Chung)

In the same room is a clutch of works by Polly Morgan. Born in 1980, the interesting thing about Morgan is she had no formal art training and is self taught. She uses the skins of real snakes, paints and decorates them, then stuffs and coils them within boxes made from polystyrene packing. Striking, aren’t they? Clever idea, lovely designs.

Two coiled snake works by Polly Morgan in The Long Now at the Saatchi Gallery

Photography

There were a handful of works by photographers. By far the most striking is this pastiche of John Everett Millais’s famous painting of Ophelia in the water, recreated in a pool in Hackney not far from a railway line. It comes from a massive series of photos of Hackney taken by English photographer Tom Hunter. Some of these were published in a beautiful book in 2012 and you can read his introductory essay to it online.

From ‘The Way Home’ by Tom Hunter (2000)

Other notable photos include:

  • a characteristically beautiful shot of an open cast coal mine by Edward Burtynsky, shown from far above by a drone camera in such a way as to convert it into an abstract work of art
  • a photo by Jeff McMillan of a long low shed in a desert with six big coloured canvases hung on it, the idea being that the pieces weather naturally in the elements before being displayed in the gallery

Rock star art

A special mention for a work by a bona fide rock star, John Squire. Born in 1962, Squire is famous as the guitarist in the Manchester band The Stone Roses, who lit up the rock firmament with their trippy sound in 1989 and ’90. In case you’ve never heard them, this is what they sounded like. Note Squire’s wonderful, transcendent guitar work, combining gutsy rock chords with shimmering arpeggios.

Anyway, back in the reverential silence of the art world, after their brief glorious career the Roses petered out and Squire took to art. He’s had numerous exhibitions, has his own website and is represented in this show by a big attractive work titled ‘The Way Things Aren’t’. In this series he used editing software to alter online images and then recreates them as paintings. As the title rather obviously indicates, these cut up-and-pasted, refracted-through-three-media images are intended to reflect the post-truth, fake news digital world we all now inhabit – but the point, as always, is the striking impact of the work itself, the intriguing (or disturbing?) interplay of the multiple fingers against the Twiggy-style wide eyes…

Installation view of ‘The Way Things Aren’t’ by John Squire (2018) in The Long Now at the Saatchi Gallery (photo by Matt Chung)

The installations

The problem with The Long Now, if problem it is, is that the subtlety and variety of many of the works, many of the paintings and sculptures in the earlier galleries, is rather swamped by what comes next, a sequence of big, loud, installations in the middle and later galleries.

YARD and Golden Lotus

It begins with the final gallery on the first floor of the exhibition. This contains two installations which are dramatic enough in themselves but have been combined to make an experience which rather eclipses the mute paintings and small sculptures earlier on.

On the floor of this gallery is Allan Kaprow’s YARD, a random arrangement of used car tyres. Very unusually for any art gallery or installation, visitors are encouraged to climb all over it and so I did and it was lots of fun, albeit with a fair risk of twisting your ankle or falling over, given the bendy shifting nature of the tyres. Meanwhile at the same time, suspended from the ceiling is a car, a real, life-size, actual car. It’s a vintage Lotus, suspended upside-down by chains attached to the ceiling and moving; it slowly rotates while pulsing music emanates from a sound system strapped to its chassis. This stunning piece is by Conrad Shawcross and titled ‘Golden Lotus (Inverted)’.

Installation view of YARD by Allan Kaprow and ‘Golden Lotus (Inverted)’ by Conrad Shawcross in The Long View at the Saatchi Gallery (photo by Matt Chung)

As I’ve mentioned before, I grew up in a gas station and so am very partial to industrial subjects, sculptures and installations. The smell of petrol, oil and tyres take me back to my childhood. There was a tyre bay attached to the garage and behind our house was a big old shed, with rotting wooden walls and a rusty corrugated iron roof and in it were piled row upon row of tyres, stacked to form columns. When we played hide and seek as kids, it was a nifty trick to wriggle down the hollow tube formed by the empty centres of a dozen or so tyres stacked in a column, although if you half wriggled, half fell down the tube with your arms by your side, sometimes you got stuck, and sometimes a bit panicky, unless you wobbled the entire column so much it fell over and you were able to free yourself from the resulting mess of tyres, which generally spilled filthy rubbery water all over your clothes. All of which explains why I loved this installation to bits.

The next gallery is a return to the normal, formal, restrained air of a gallery. It has been partitioned off to display two video installations.

Chino Moya

Chino Moya is a London-based, Madrid-raised writer, film director, photographer and artist known for his multidisciplinary approach to exploring themes of collapsing utopias.

One of his ongoing projects is titled ‘Deemona’. It creates a fictional dystopian world expressed across various media, including video installations, photography and digital art. In this future world society is entirely governed by the scientific method and algorithms which act as new gods. This society is divided into four classes members of which are portrayed in the works on show here. They aren’t paintings but video animations and all done in a very distinctive style, a kind of sci fi new-classicism, very restrained and controlled, in a palette of green-blue, burgundy, and grey, designed to evoke non-places like office environments.

Some of the video installations from Deemona by Chino Moya in The Long View at the Saatchi Gallery (photo by Matt Chung)

What you have is eight video installations depicting isolated figures dressed in futuristic costumes who are slowly performing subtle, stylised movements. Each figure is situated in a static landscape filled with geometric architecture, arches, domes, a ‘starved classicism’ most associated with totalitarian regimes or utopian futures. The videos are cool, understated and strangely compelling and note the decoration surrounding them –the black dado railing along the gallery wall and the mysterious geometric objects scattered around the floor all add to the creation of a distinct futureworld. Here’s an interview with Moya explaining it all.

Mat Collishaw

We are polluting the oceans as never before, filling them with heavy metals, microplastics and industrial waste which are devastating marine life. In a darkened room is playing Mat Collishaw’s entrancing film, ‘Aftermath’, which brings together haunting imagines based on these themes. He imagines a future where human cities have been flooded by rising sea levels and in which new, mutated forms of ocean life swim between banks of abandoned, flooded computer servers, the kind which supported (current) the boom in artificial intelligence. The film’s soundtrack is the haunting ‘Cantus in memory of Benjamin Britten’ by Estonian composer Arvo Pärt, which you can hear not only in the darkened space where the film is projected, but in the rooms approaching and after it, casting a ghostly soundscape onto other, silent, works.

Bardo

Thus the Cantus follows you as you walk into the next room which is devoted to just one installation, ‘Bardo’ by ex-Young British Artist Gavin Turk (born 1967). It is, basically, a maze of mirrors, a bit confusing and disorientating as you make your way through its reflective corridors, surprisingly intricate given its relatively small size. I’ve walked through a number of mazes comparable to this but the idea here is that all the panels are not immaculate and shiny but – continuing the theme of environmental degradation – fragmented and dirty, spattered with what looks like peeling plaster or the deteriorated silvering you get behind old mirrors, crumbling and falling off, to convey ideas of decay and collapse.

Bardo by Gavin Turk in The Long View at the Saatchi Gallery (photo by Matt Chung)

20:50

For some time you’ve been able to smell the industrial aroma of heavy motor oil. All is revealed when you walk through the arch into the final space, which is housing Richard Wilson’s seminal installation, 20:50. This was a defining piece of British contemporary art when it was originally presented at the original Saatchi Galleries in north London in 1987. It can be installed in different spaces and involves sealing the floor, walls and doors of the room, building a sort of tray which completely fills the room apart from a walkway like a sort of trench out into it, then pouring thick black engine oil into the tray. The result is you walk along the trench to half way into the room and find yourself surrounded by the absolutely dead calm surface of the black oil in which all the features of the room (including yourself if you lean over it) are reflected.

20:50 by Richard Wilson in The Long View at the Saatchi Gallery (photo by the author)

As mentioned, I grew up in a gas station and filled countless thousands of cars up with petrol before checking their oil with a dipstick and a rag and offering customers top-ups of Castrol GTX or other oil, so the sight and smell of so much oil has a complex impact on me.

But for most people who haven’t had that experience this is still an amazingly potent work. Onto its placid black surface can be projected all a visitor’s anxieties about the dominance of our world by oil: the skewing of global politics and economies by oil; the existence of entire (repressive) regimes based on oil production; its countless toxic by-products destroying, for example, the river deltas of Nigeria; its central role in generating global warming. It was a potent symbol when it was first unveiled in 1987; now it has acquired mountains of additional symbolism and meaning.

And yet, at the same time, its immaculate stillness, the perfection of its reflection of the walls, windows and ceiling, create a strange, eerie, poisoned meditation. Strange, upsetting, beautiful but ominous, all at the same time.

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The room full of engine oil is the climax of the show and there is, appropriately enough, no way out of it. Many galleries are arranged so you exit the last room into the shop, and are dumped from the World of Art into the world of tote bags and fridge magnets. Here, there is no way out of the world of oil except to turn back and retrace your steps, passing all the installations I’ve listed and back towards the paintings and smaller sculptures, dialling down the art and your psychological state, calming down from these big immersive installations, back to the world of modest-scale sculptures and flat paintings, before finally stumbling out of the gallery into the busy streets of Chelsea, dazed and stunned by everything you’ve seen.

Artists

The ones I liked and/or mentioned in my review, are highlighted in bold.

  • Alice Anderson
  • Olivia Bax
  • Frankie Boyle
  • Edward Burtynsky
  • Peter Buggenhout
  • André Butzer
  • Jake Chapman
  • Mat Collishaw
  • Dan Colen
  • John Currin
  • Jo Dennis
  • Zhivago Duncan
  • Olafur Eliasson
  • Rafael Gómezbarros
  • Ximena Garrido-Lecca
  • Damien Hirst
  • Tom Hunter
  • Henry Hudson
  • Alex Katz
  • Allan Kaprow
  • Maria Kreyn
  • Ansel Krut
  • Rannva Kunoy
  • Christopher Le Brun
  • Chris Levine
  • Ibrahim Mahama
  • Carolina Mazzolari
  • Jeff McMillan
  • Misha Milovanovich
  • Polly Morgan
  • Ryan Mosley
  • Chino Moya
  • Tim Noble
  • Alejandro Ospina
  • Steven Parrino
  • Martine Poppe
  • Michael Raedecker
  • Sterling Ruby
  • Jenny Saville
  • Petroc Sesti
  • Conrad Shawcross
  • Soheila Sokhanvari
  • John Squire
  • Dima Srouji
  • Gavin Turk
  • Richard Wilson
  • Alexi Williams Wynn

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Felicity Hammond: V3 Model Collapse @ the Photographers’ Gallery

The main reason for visiting the Photographers’ Gallery at the moment is to see the hugely enjoyable exhibition of wonderful photos of the 1970s society, reggae and punk rock by Dennis Morris. But if you’re there it’s worth making the effort to check out this much more challenging installation by contemporary photo-artist Felicity Hammond.

As ‘V3’ suggests this is the third of a series of four installations. They are about contemporary issues around the brave new world of digital imagery, artificial intelligence, and their real-world costs and implications.

The key concept is model collapse which has at least two meanings.

AI model collapse

In the digital realm it refers to the progressive deterioration in quality of AI outputs. First generation AI is trained on all the content of the internet (which contains plenty that is imperfect or misleading). AI then generates a new generation of content which contains all the errors it inherited and adds countless ‘hallucinations’ and errors of its own. The next generation is then trained on a totality of data which contains a large amount of errors, and in turn generates fresh errors. Thus the introduction of artificial intelligence tools will inevitably and unstoppably lead to the degradation of information on the internet.

With conscious irony, here’s a definition of model collapse generate by Google AI:

Model collapse in AI refers to the phenomenon where generative models, trained on their own or other models’ outputs (synthetic data), degrade in performance over time. This degradation manifests as reduced diversity, increased bias, and ultimately, the model producing nonsensical or repetitive outputs. Essentially, the model ‘learns’ to imitate its own errors, leading to a decline in its ability to accurately represent the original data distribution.

Environmental collapse

At the same time as the digital world is being irreversibly degraded so, of course, is the real world. Presumably everyone knows that making AI work requires enormous new datacentres, in vast air-conditioned warehouses which, of course, use up a lot of energy and a lot of water, which is an increasingly precious resource in our overheating world. But there’s also the well-known mining of rare and precious metals which are needed in our shiny digital gadgets, namely smartphones.

So ‘collapse’ has a double meaning, referring to both the collapse and degradation of quality in an AI-infested digital world, and also the environmental collapse and degradation required by our digital technologies.

As it happens there’s also a double meaning to the word ‘mining’. In the digital world, data mining refers to the process of extracting information from vast datasets (like the whole internet); but ‘mining’ also has its older meaning of referring to digging up stuff under the ground, namely the rare minerals and metals required for this technology, such as lithium.

Ditto ‘extraction’: data extraction refers, fairly obviously, to AI’s mining of the internet’s data resources, and has obviously been adapted or copied from the older real-world term which describes the extraction of actual mineral wealth…

One wall label explains that one particular form of mining exposes buried sulphides which oxidise a bright orange on contact with air, and is often washed by the water involved in mining operations into streams and rivers and lakes, creating large toxic orange swamps, obviously killing all forms of life. These toxic orange waste dumps dominate the palette of the exhibition.

Model collapse summary

To summarise, then: ‘model collapse’ is a technical term referring to the degradation of AI information, which also echoes the physical degradation of the natural environment caused by the real-world requirements of supporting the digital realm.

Model collapse depicted in art

So what about the art? Well it comes in roughly two forms: there are relatively flat images hung on walls, and then there are a couple of big installations set back from the viewer with space in front covered in mining detritus etc. The biggest one, with huge, digitally fragmented images of orange mudpools at the back and industrial scraps and sacking scattered around in the foreground, kind of speaks for itself.

But something more complex is going on with many of her images. Basically she uses digital feedback to distort, degrade and fragment the original imagery. Grasp this simple principle and you understand most of what’s going on.

Also, this being V3, it refers back to the earlier versions, V1 and V2, so here’s a brief recap.

V1. Content Aware, 24 to 27 October 2024, Brighton

Installation view of V1: Content Aware (Photoworks Weekender, Brighton, October 2024)

V1 was staged in Brighton in a shipping container, the kind used in their tens of thousands to move goods around the world. these standardised objects bear coded numbers so are part of a digital system. they criss-cross the oceans above the deep sea cables which carry all our digital data. And, seen from above and at a distance, they resemble the pixels which digital images are made out of. Hammond’s images play with all these intersections and ambiguities. So it was a kind of the investigation of the global infrastructure that supports the digital economy,

‘Content Aware’ is also the name of an image editing tool. Hammond likes these puns or multiple meanings.

The installation included cameras which recorded visitors movements and interactions.

V2. Rigged, 13 March to 15 June 2025, Derby

Installation view of V2: Rigged (QUAD Gallery, FORMAT festival, Derby, March 2025)

Rigged is another pun in the sense that a rig can refer to the enormous structures which drill for oil land gas at sea. But it’s also the term for the structures which hold cameras in a studio setting. there’s also a connotation of the game being ‘rigged’ because Hammond used images of visitors to V1 and fed them through AI algorithms to generate ‘mean’ or ‘average’ images of humans. As you might expect, these didn’t come out too well.

V3. Model Collapse gallery

So what does it all look like?

Installations

Installation view of V3 Model Collapse by Felicity Hammond @ the Photographers’ Gallery (photo by the author)

Installation consisting of a massive photo of open cast mining, surrounded by detailed photos, all presented at the back of a kind of sandbox of industrial detritus.

Installation view of V3 Model Collapse by Felicity Hammond @ the Photographers’ Gallery © Felicity Hammond

On the wall

Shards and fragments, visual representations of the fragmented outputs of AI and the environmental collapse involved in digital technology.

Installation view of V3 Model Collapse by Felicity Hammond @ the Photographers’ Gallery (photo by the author)

On a screen made up of 80 or so imperfect mirrors, further muddied by white smearing, are hung four images which were probably originally fairly straightforward self-portraits taken against Hammond’s emblematic green and orange designs, but have been distorted to represent AI degradation.

Installation view of V3 Model Collapse by Felicity Hammond @ the Photographers’ Gallery (photo by the author)

Portrait of the artist, through an AI glass, distortedly

Close-up of one of those four self-portraits showing how AI mostly captures the details of the original but with inexplicable ‘hallucinations’ and distortions.

V3 Model Collapse by Felicity Hammond @ the Photographers’ Gallery © Felicity Hammond

The video


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Giuseppe Penone: Thoughts In The Roots @ Serpentine South

Giuseppe Penone is an Italian artist. Born in April 1947, he is now 78 years old.

Penone was a leading figure in the Arte Povera movement which arose in Italy in the 1960s. ‘Arte Povera’ simply means ‘poor art, and was a reaction of sorts against the flashy American consumerist Pop Art of the 1960s.

Arte Povera rejected high finish, glossy, fashion-related artefacts in favour of really simple materials and objects encountered in everyday life, especially the relics of industrial processes or building works – bricks, slates, tiles, offcuts of fabric, leftovers from metal castings, that kind of thing.

Penone was born near Cuneo in Northern Italy, a region of densely forested and mountainous landscapes and his entire career reflects this. He makes landscape art, environmental art, with a particular focus on trees. As he writes:

‘Every word for trees collects days of rain, sun and mist. It contains seasons, memories of places and time; it has a different meaning from person to person. These words fill the woods with their presence, invade the landscape and guide our care for nature.’

‘Thoughts In The Roots’

‘Thoughts In The Roots’ is an exhibition at the Serpentine South gallery in Hyde Park, that brings together 20 or so large-scale works by Penone – sculptures, installations and drawings – that range from 1969 to the present day. His large scale sculptural works include materials like wood, leaves, resin, bronze, and marble to explore the interface between nature and the human world.

Works

With Eyes Closed (2009)

When you walk in through the entrance the first thing you see is a long, wide, white canvas with thousands of black objects stuck onto it.

A occhi chiusi (With Eyes Closed) by Giuseppe Penone (2009) at Serpentine South (photo by the author)

This is A occhi chiusi (With Eyes Closed). When you go up close you discover the image is created from acacia thorns carefully arranged to create what, from a distance, looks like a pair of eyes. There’s a long story about this in the exhibition guide which involves fancy metaphors about sight, vision, art and so on, but what struck me is how prickly this surface is. How rebarbative. I have roses in my garden and fairly regularly get scratched when pruning or dead-heading. So for me I had an entirely physical response to the work, one of aversion and alarm.

Close-up of A occhi chiusi (With Eyes Closed) by Giuseppe Penone (2009) at Serpentine South (photo by the author)

Space of Light (2025)

In front of it you’ll have noticed the sawn-off segment of trunk. The inside of the trunk is filled with what appears to be wax, itself embedded with shards of wood. This is one example of the series titled ‘Spazio di luce’ or ‘Space of Light’ and, created in 2025, appears to have been made just for this show and this position.

Presumably Penone and the curators knew that when they positioned it in front of the huge image of a pair of eyes it would like a squat brown nose and create a face.

To Breathe the Shadow (2000)

The big central room in the gallery contains Respirare l’ombra (To Breathe the Shadow) (2000). Here all four walls of this big space are covered in squares of wire mesh which are holding back against the wall thousands and thousands of dried laurel leaves. These leaves exude quite a strong smell so it’s a little like entering a vast aromatic green vivarium. That’s the first work. On facing walls are positioned two additional works.

Book trees (2017)

On the wall by the doors is Alberi libro (Book Trees). This is a flat display of light brown raw wood which he has created by carving away the outer rings of mature timber layer by layer. This process reveals the knots left by branches so the resulting trunks are skinny but spiky. The differing timbre of the wood reflects the different trees used, namely white fir, cedar and larch wood.

‘Book Trees (2017) (the wooden sculpture) set against ‘To Breathe the Shadow’ (the walls of dried laurel leaves) (2000) by Giuseppe Penone at Serpentine South (photo by the author)

On the opposite wall is what I initially took to be something like the head of a stag with big complicated antlers, admittedly coming out top and bottom instead of alongside each other. In fact this installation represents the cast of a human lung which is sprouting a bronze branch with leaves, above, and a gold cast of a branch with leaves below. I felt there must be some symbolism around the use of a golden bough to enter hell in Virgil’s poem The Aeneid, but apparently not. Instead the lung is attached to a wall of leaves and so symbolises the act of breathing on oxygen produced by trees and plants, which is fundamental to all our lives.

The lung cast part of ‘To Breathe the Shadow’ (the walls of dried laurel leaves) by Giuseppe Penone at Serpentine South (photo by the author)

Breath of Leaves

In one of the side galleries is Soffio di foglie (Breath of Leaves), on the right in the photo below. It’s a pile of dry boxwood leaves which the artist lay on, and breathed into. The leaves therefore ‘record the imprint of his body and breath’ although, to the casual passerby, they might just look like a pile of leaves. The gallery wasn’t that busy and I felt the usual anarchist impulse to actually interact with a work of modern art, to throw myself onto the pile, wriggle around, then leap up and walk away looking innocent before a visitor assistant could spot me. But I managed to suppress the impulse.

Installation view of ‘Thoughts in the Roots’ by Giuseppe Penone at Serpentine South, showing ‘Pressure’ hanging on the wall, left, and ‘Breath of Leaves’ on the flow (photo by the author)

Pressure

On the left in the photo above is Pressione (Pressure), a large-scale graphite imprint created on-site by Penone which spans not just the wall you can see, but another off to its left i.e. it’s very big. This derives from a technique he developed in the 1970s and what he’s done is captured imprints of his skin by pressing ink- and charcoal-covered adhesive tape onto his body. This method preserves the fine lines and creases of his skin in almost photographic detail. Then the imprints are enlarged, projected onto the gallery walls, and meticulously traced by hand in graphite.

It’s titled ‘Pressure’ because the resulting charcoal drawing reveals not only the intricate typography of the artist’s skin but also the varying pressures exerted in different places. If you go right up close to it and focus on any particular section, it bears an uncanny resemblance to a kind of abstract Chinese calligraphy.

Close-up of ‘Pressure’ in ‘Thoughts in the Roots’ by Giuseppe Penone at Serpentine South (photo by the author)

Forest Green (1986)

In the other long gallery are a further two works on the wall and an installation. Here’s one of the wall works, Verde del bosco (Forest Green) from 1986. This is a loose fabric hanging onto which Penone has imprinted the surfaces of tree bark, branches and leaves through the process of frottage or rubbings, not a million miles away from brass rubbing. Opposite it hangs a similarly sized work, made in the same way but from 30 years later, in 2017, whose reddish browns convey autumn and age in contrast to the vibrant spring green of the earlier piece.

Installation view of ‘Thoughts in the Roots’ by Giuseppe Penone at Serpentine South, showing ‘Forest Green’ (photo by the author)

Vegetal Gestures

Sharing a room with the two forest prints is Gesti vegetali (Vegetal Gestures). This is a series of highly schematic black metal sculptures of human figures, shown in the process of embracing small trees growing out of terracotta plant pots. To be blunt, these weren’t very impressive.

Installation view of ‘Thoughts in the Roots’ by Giuseppe Penone at Serpentine South, showing ‘Vegetal Gestures’ in the foreground, with ‘Forest green’ on the wall, left, and ‘Forest Green – Summer’, on the wall, right (photo by the author)

Outside

Penone extends the exhibition beyond the gallery walls into the surrounding landscape of Kensington Park. Three life-size bronze trees stand among their real world counterparts.

In my photo you can see how the nearest one, Albero folgorato (Thunderstruck Tree), is cast is brilliantly laced with gold leaf. It’s based on a hundred-year-old willow tree that grew in Grand-Hornu, Belgium. After being struck by lightning its trunk split at the centre, laying bare the internal material of the wood. Penone cast the tree in bronze and lined its pulp with gold leaf. The idea was to ‘capture the invisible force of nature that sculpted its splintered shape and complex internal structure.’ Maybe. What it actually comes over as is a spectacular work of installation art.

Tree casts: ‘Thunderstruck Tree’ in the foreground with the two ‘Ideas of Stone’ in the background (photo by the author)

Beyond ‘Thunderstruck’ you can see in the background two more ‘trees’ notable for the big grey boulders which have been wedged among their branches. I can imagine that was a health and safety nightmare. Penone comments:

‘An idea that is formed summing up innumerable previous thoughts, polished by the passage of time, compacted by the weight of memories, cracked by doubts and by the uncertainties that situate themselves between the thoughts separating them. It is a river stone that appears amid the branches of a tree.’

Around the base of the two trees are a dozen or so boulders which turn out be very handy to have a sit-down and a rest, especially for mums with small children who I saw playing and running round between them.

Thoughts

I like Arte Povera and I like landscape art and I am a keen gardener and have planted half a dozen young trees in my garden and dug up a few in my time, the wife taught natural science at school and we took the kids on massive walks when they were small and pointed out species of trees and plants and birds and insects, and a friend is a rewilding consultant, and my son did a biology degree, so I exist in an atmosphere drenched in knowledge and concern for the natural world, and plants and trees in particular, and so I should have loved this exhibition and yet… I didn’t.

Actual nature is dirty and messy. The soil and everything living in and growing out of it, water in its millions of forms and permutations, even the air we breathe, let alone our own bodies, teem and pullulate with life, with bacteria and viruses and organisms all struggling to survive and replicate in a world of unending and brutal competition.

None of that is here. These works are sterile and antiseptic, qualities brought out all the more by the sterile and antiseptic environs of the Serpentine gallery. It’s an art gallery not a nature trail and everything in it is beautifully curated, and arranged just so, with white lines on the floor stating just how close you can get to any of the works and no closer. And woe betide anyone who dares to actually touch or interact with any of these exhibits! This carefully curated and strictly policed environment is about as far from the teeming anarchy of the natural world as you can get.

So all the rhetoric in the exhibition guide, and the poetic quotes from Signor Penone, about the interaction between humans and nature, between trees and man, between organic and inorganic, cut no ice with me. Art is the opposite of nature and nowhere is the contradiction laid more bare than in an exhibition which claims so emphatically to be about nature and natural processes. In the end all it did for me was foreground the very unnatural processes by which Penone constructed all these static, dead, lifeless works.

The boulders in the trees were funny. But the nicest part of the morning was walking away from the gallery altogether and into the long grassy parts of Kensington Gardens and finding some genuine fallen logs to sit and have lunch on, watching the insects in the grass and the birds overhead.


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Mickalene Thomas: All About Love @ the Hayward Gallery

Mickalene and Linder

A word of explanation. The Hayward Gallery is currently hosting two exhibitions, one of the radical British feminist artist Linder, one of the radical Black queer American feminist artist, Mickalene Thomas. When I got there I mistakenly thought they shared the same main gallery space, with Mickalene downstairs and Linder upstairs. This was my mistake. Although you buy a joint ticket to both of them, the two exhibitions are completely distinct and you enter them by different doors. The Mickalene is situated in the Hayward’s main gallery with its huge rooms, while you enter the Linder by a different entrance into a series of smaller, more intimate rooms along the ground floor. This is a review of the Mickalene Thomas show. I’ve written a separate review of the Linder show.

Mickalene Thomas: All About Love

‘The central place of my work, and my art, is from a loving space’

This is an outstanding exhibition, I heartily recommend it. Mickelene Thomas’s paintings, collages, photomontages, videos and installations start big and become huge, filling the cavernous spaces at the Hayward Gallery with bold colours, delirious patterns, glitter and glamour. And then there’s a soundtrack, a continual loop of chilled soul and jazz classics drifting through the gallery which makes the whole thing a lovely Saturday morning experience. And, for me personally, I got chatting to several of the (female) visitor assistants who answered my questions, drew my attention to all kinds of details, and significantly deepened my understanding and enjoyment of the show (see below).

Afro Goddess Looking Forward by Mickalene Thomas (2015) © Mickalene Thomas

A reproduction like this gives no sense of the scale of the original, which is nearly 3 yards wide and 2 yards high, completely filling a gallery wall, towering over you and, as you get closer, enfolding in its bright, warm, welcoming designs.

Theory or beauty, issues or love

Born in 1971, Thomas is a Black, queer woman and proud as hell of it. This is catnip to the world of straight white women curators who write lots of wall captions claiming that her work subverts all the usual stereotypes (gender, ethnicity, identity), questions social norms, interrogates the blah blah blah. Thomas is well aware of this, and freely draws on the tenets of Black feminist and queer theory. In fact the title of the exhibition derives from bell hooks’ 2000 book ‘All About Love: New Visions’. Thus every wall label sounds like this:

Thomas work challenges societal norms and provides a powerful counter-narrative to mainstream depictions of beauty and identity…

It may well do all of that, and you can certainly immerse yourself in a critical theory-level response to her art – but what that style of writing doesn’t convey is how beautiful her work is. It’s big and bold and stunning and full of LIFE, full of lovely details and full of LOVE. Don’t need no theory to understand that.

Mickalene Thomas biography

From her Wikipedia article:

Mickalene Thomas (born January 28, 1971) is a contemporary African-American visual artist best known as a painter of complex works using rhinestones, acrylic, and enamel. Thomas’s collage work is inspired from popular art histories and movements, including Impressionism, Cubism, Dada, the Harlem Renaissance, and selected works by the Afro-British painter Chris Ofili. Her work draws from Western art history, pop art, and visual culture to examine ideas around femininity, beauty, race, sexuality, and gender.

From the press release:

Thomas is a trailblazer of portraiture and collage, widely renowned for her large-scale paintings of Black women posed against boldly patterned backgrounds embellished with rhinestones. As an artist who fearlessly transcends creative boundaries, her artworks have also adorned album covers (Solange’s EP True, 2013) and emblazoned fashion runways (Dior, 2023).

Love, leisure, and joy

All true, but much nearer the point is the first sentence of the first big wall label:

Mickalene Thomas’s art is an exploration of love, leisure, and joy.

This is certainly the keynote for the works on the ground floor of this two-floor exhibition. They are big and bold and depict friends and lovers and family in a candid, open, vivid and delightful way. Here’s a portrait of her beloved mother, a former fashion model named Sandra Bush, fondly known as Mama Bush.

Mama Bush: (Your Love Keeps Lifting Me) Higher and Higher by Mickalene Thomas (2009) © Mickalene Thomas

Now clearly half a dozen things are going on in this piece so let’s try to unpick them one by one.

Family

Thomas’s paintings depict family, friends and (women) lovers.

‘My gaze is the gaze of a Black woman unapologetically loving other Black women.’

There are some installations based on her childhood home (see below). As you read about this in the wall labels, as you see the sweet furnishings of the family rooms, as your heart rate goes down to match the smooth jazz soundtrack. It all creates a sense of warmth and love.

Based on photos

Thomas’s creative process begins by photographing her muses in a variety of sets created in her Brooklyn studio. These photos then form the basis of paintings in oil, acrylic and enamel paint which are inlaid with lustrous multi-coloured rhinestones. Originally chosen by the artist as affordable substitutes for oil paints, these materials have since become her signature.

Fabrics

After I’d got over the size, and the bold design and colour, and the use of shiny rhinestones, I began to notice the role of fabric and fabric-style patterning in the works. The figures are almost secondary to the dazzling collage of fabrics of starkly clashing colours and designs.

Installation view of Mickalene Thomas ‘All About Love’. ‘Din avec la main dans le miroir et jupe rouge’ (2023). Photo by Mark Blower. Courtesy the artist and the Hayward Gallery

The overall effect is dramatic but each of the works repays going up close to enjoy the detail of each of these fabrics.

Detail from ‘Naughty Girls Need Love Too’ (2009) by Mickalene Thomas in ‘All About Love’ at the Hayward Gallery

As mentioned above, the wall labels overflow with references to queer Black theory, and yet the exhibition can, sort of, be considered an adventure among fabrics. My wife knits, sews, crochets and is fascinated by fabrics and yarns and so, quite oblivious to all the critical theory, spent ages looking very closely at all these fabric designs.

Collage

According to the Tate website:

Collage describes both the technique and the resulting work of art in which pieces of paper, photographs, fabric and other ephemera are arranged and stuck down onto a supporting surface.

Quite clearly, then, the pictures are massive examples of collage in which the photos of friends and family form just the base layer over which she drapes patterned fabrics, cuts and rearranges imagery using the papier collé technique, and studs them with patterns of glittering rhinestones.

‘Collage is how I create form and composition. It’s a way to edit, disrupt, and dismantle – creating a space that is complex, by deconstructing the depth of the field of illusion.’

The wall labels reference a number of influences and even I could see the legacy of Henri Matisse’s cutouts in the more seaweed-shaped designs. But there are plenty of other influences including the Black woman artist Faith Ringgold, whose work we recently saw at the Serpentine Gallery.

The male gaze

‘My gaze is the gaze of a Black woman unapologetically loving other Black women.’

Before we move on to the other rooms, let’s address an issue which cropped up in the opening rooms with their enormous portraits, not least because it is mentioned ten or more times in the wall labels, our old friend The Male Gaze.

This concept crops up in more or less every exhibition about or which includes women artists. It is a standard accompaniment to any women’s art which includes depictions of female figures.

The male gaze was first articulated by British feminist film theorist Laura Mulvey in her 1975 essay, ‘Visual Pleasure and Narrative Cinema’, so it’s 50 years old this year. According to the Wikipedia page:

The male gaze is the act of depicting women and the world in the visual arts and in literature from a masculine, heterosexual perspective that presents and represents women as sexual objects for the pleasure of the heterosexual male viewer… thus reinforcing a patriarchal visual narrative.

With the explosion of feminist and critical theory over the past 50 years, the male gaze is now detected in every medium whenever women are portrayed, in not just classical painting, but advertising, films and TV, social media, all forms of literature, you name it.

I get it and I agree with it. What I don’t understand so readily is how all these paintings of scantily-clad young women, generally exposing their breasts, can be said to subvert the male gaze. Surely – without wanting to – they cater to it.

Portrait of Marie by Mickalene Thomas (2015) © Mickalene Thomas

Now one of the reasons I enjoyed my trip so much was because I got into conversations with several of the (female) visitor assistants, who were extremely knowledgeable and very perceptive. I benefited a lot from their insights.

One of these visitor assistants was giving periodic tours of the exhibition. When she’d finished, genuinely puzzled, I asked her how lots of images of scantily-clad, attractive young women with their boobs out was meant to subvert the male gaze. Speaking as a heterosexual male, they seem to me to encourage the male gaze by playing up to every expectation of women as a) beautiful b) lounging on sofas and beds c) half dressed. The visitor assistant made the following three points:

1. Thomas starts a lot of her works with photographs then paints and assembles collages of materials over them. The relevance of this is that her sitters only pose for a few hours i.e. not for days and days on end. I.e. the relationship between artist is less hierarchical, less dominating and demanding.

2. This lack of a male-female power imbalance extends to collaboration. After discussing a backdrop and a pose and what to wear, the subjects then help decide which poses and shots are best, which ones they feel most comfortable with. So, again, less of a male master and woman servant relationship, more a collaboration of equals, and of women equals.

3. She went on to make the rather more obvious point how so much Western art of the beautiful-woman-half-dressed-on-a-divan type was commissioned by rich men to adorn their walls. Many examples of rich men commissioning titillating images of scantily-clad young women to decorate their homes, or even assemble semi-pornographic collections of them in private rooms, where they could be enjoyed (i.e. leched over) by other creepy men. In all of this the woman model had no control whatsoever but was paid a pittance to be converted into a sex object.

Now I understood all these points, and they deepened my understanding of the concept of the male gaze and how women artists depicting the female body operate in a different atmosphere with different aims, and of Thomas’s anti-male gaze ethic. But the assistant didn’t really address my core point which is… they’re still images of half-naked women. To paraphrase Taylor Swift, ‘Male gazers will malely gaze’ and how, in practical terms, are you gong to stop them?

But maybe I’m misunderstanding. Maybe this isn’t about changing society as a whole (stopping men malely gazing) and a much more limited term, an art world term, restricted to describing certain works by certain women artists.

Women at rest

Another apparent contradiction intrigued me. At several points the commentary deprecated the old male art tradition of showing women lying around on beds or divans, thus creating a sexualised boudoir atmosphere for easily aroused male viewers. There are so many paintings like this in the western tradition that it is a genre unto itself, the Odalisque.

The odalisque not only presents women as sexual objects but plays to the gender stereotype which associates The Male with Activity and The Female with Passivity. Active men doing things, bursting with agency. Utterly passive women lying around half-dressed like pets or sex objects, existing solely to please their male owners.

And that’s bad. OK. I get it. The contradiction comes in as you realise that so many of Thomas’s huge paintings show women, er, lying around on beds or divans, half undressed. Why is it sexism and misogyny when painted by men but the exact same subject, with the exact same visual result, is not only ‘reclaimed’ from the male gaze, but is actively liberating, when painted by a woman? Here’s how the curators put it:

Thomas’ celebratory and glamorous portraits put Black women front and centre. Their poses are restful, but filled with power, meeting our gaze and staring right back with regal force.

Or:

These works centre on repose, rest and leisure which, in Thomas’s handling, are shown to be radical acts.

You can see what the curators are trying to do here – to get round the contradiction by rewriting the terms, by changing the vocabulary, by asserting that these works by a woman artists are different from a male depiction of the same subject. But it does it fit the reality of what you actually see? Here’s one of the most notorious odalisques in western art, Olympia by Édouard Manet (1863).

Olympia by Édouard Manet (1863)

Is Olympia not ‘meeting our gaze and staring right back’? Whether or not with ‘regal force’ is for the viewer to decide, but the ‘meeting our gaze and staring right back’ is an undeniable fact. So the ‘meeting our gaze and staring right back’ does not distinguish Thomas’s works from the male work she is meant to be ‘subverting’. The real difference lies elsewhere.

Is it in a certain spirit of defiance in the expressions of (some of) the women sitters? Something in their pose and their expressions is markedy, definably different from the passive acquiescent expressions of the classic odalisque? Maybe I’m missing something obvious and you can help me. Anyway, I only dwell on it at such length because 1) this type of pose is the core subject matter of all the works on the ground floor, and 2) the make gaze and how Thomas undermines and subverts it is mentioned in more or less every wall label i.e. it’s a central feature of the curators’ commentary.

A Moment’s Pleasure #2 by Mickalene Thomas (2008) © Mickalene Thomas

Living rooms

Moving on, if you know the Hayward, you know that you then walk up a gently sloping ramp to the second main downstairs space. Here there are a few more massive rhinestone paintings, including her reworking of The Sleep, a painting by French artist Gustave Courbet, given the Thomas treatment. (Later on we meet a big bright reworking of Le Déjeuner sur l’herbe by Eduard Manet. What with the visual references to Matisse’s cutouts, we are learning that Thomas has a fondness for modern nineteenth century French art.)

But more dramatically, here you find a couple of big installations. These are mock-ups or reconstructions of family living rooms Thomas remembers from her childhood. They are designed to transport visitors back to domestic settings of the artist’s 1970s and 1980s childhood. On the left is a room from the late 1970s during Thomas’s early childhood in New Jersey, a homage to her late grandmother.

Installation view of ‘I was born to do great things’, room 1, by Mickalene Thomas (2014) Photo by the author

Of these she says:

‘I created domestic settings primarily for fellow Black women – my muses – to spend time and have new experiences in familiar surroundings, perhaps resembling their mother’s or grandmother’s living rooms.’

Inside the installation are two artworks from early in Thomas’s career. The green one at the back is ‘Portrait of Mickalena’, a painted self-portrait in which Thomas performs her childhood alter ego, Quanikah. On the wall on the left is a photographic triptych of her mother from 2003, in which Sandra Bush poses in the style of actor Pam Grier, star of 1970s Blaxploitation cinema

One of the visitor assistants I spoke to was mixed race and she said the rooms triggered warm memories of her childhood. They feel sweet and comfortable and at least part of this is because is this is the source of the mellow soul and jazz music which permeates the ground floor, emanating from a genuine old-school record player and hi fi unit, with ageing record covers by The Supremes and such like, leaning against it at the bottom left.

This hi fi unit is in the second room which recreates a room from Thomas’s teenage years in the 1980s, a completely different vibe from the previous one, this is all shagpile grey carpet and Art Deco lampshades.

Installation view of ‘I was born to do great things’, room 2, by Mickalene Thomas (2014) Photo by the author

As to the curators’ commentary:

‘The living room is where we see black imagination made visual’, writes poet Elizabeth Alexander in The Black Interior. She suggests that the home holds a sacred significance for African Americans who have grappled with the impermanence of place perpetrated by enslavement, segregation and gentrification.

Remember what I was saying about the importance of fabrics, of Thomas collaging together wildly varying and disparate fabrics and patterns? When you look more closely you realise every piece of furniture in room 1 is made of crazy collages of fabrics, patched together, sometimes with very overt stitching. Is this something to do with relative poverty, with having to make do and mend? Or a purely aesthetic statement, in fact it’s a style statement. The visitor assistant I was chatting to made the point that none of the fabrics really ‘go’ with each other and yet, at the same time, because everything is made out of crazy patching, it all, somehow, does go. It makes a Gestalt.

Installation view of ‘I was born to do great things’, room 1, by Mickalene Thomas (2014) Photo by the author

Off to one side of the room is another installation, smaller, dinky, filled with bedroom bric-a-brac, reminding me of my teenage daughter’s bedroom. Takes as a whole the shape is reminiscent of a shrine and it is, in fact, titled Shrine. I’m guessing it is a shrine to her teenage self.

Installation view of Shrine by Mickalene Thomas (2024) Photo by the author

It’s packed with interesting and charming details. There’s a fridge magnet-style motto which reads: ‘I’m not opinionated, I’m just always right.’ Books by Black and queer authors. And I noticed, underneath a classic photo of Black activist Angela Davies, a picture frame which holds a list of names.

Detail of Shrine by Mickalene Thomas (2024) Photo by the author

Recognise the names?

  • Frida Kahlo, the Mexican painter and feminist icon
  • Kara Walker, the contemporary Black political and feminist artist
  • Georgia O’Keefe, woman painter of big bold flowers and scenes of the desert south-western USA

And she’s added her name to the list. Her lineage. Her heroines and herself.

Music

By far the majority of exhibitions I go to are staged in empty, church-like silence, a deadening white-walled sterility as antiseptic as an operating theatre which intimidates visitors into whispering or intimidated silence. The dozen or so sexy, soul music tracks, smooth jazz and soul classics, which play on a loop went a long way to taking the frozen edge off the gallery space and making it a nice place to be.

It made me feel warm and fuzzy about her art, about the rooms she grew up in, about her mum and friends and lovers, it made the whole thing feel warm and welcoming. It made a significant different. Here’s the track list:

Upstairs

Upstairs there are five more rooms, some big, some enormous, more installations, and a wider range of her works, including straight (no pun intended) photography, video installations, and more overtly political works.

The water lilies room

The biggest room features her largest collage to date, an absolutely massive work covering one huge wall (on the left here), in which are embedded ten or more smaller collage pictures. This towers over a lot of plastic rubber plants arranged in a grid pattern on a huge rectangular mirror.

Installation view of La Maison de Monet by Mickalene Thomas at the Hayward Gallery. Photo by the author

I think this is titled ‘La Maison de Monet’ and dates from 2022. In 2011, Thomas took part in a summer residency at Claude Monet’s house and studio located at Giverny, in northern France. Giverny provided Thomas with the opportunity to reflect on Monet’s iconic depictions of gardens and the vibrant domestic spaces that he designed as places of inspiration and leisure. The grid of plastic pot plants represents the famous water lilies in Monet’s garden pond, the lily pond he painted so many times at the end of his life.

On the opposite wall are two more standard-sized works. These are noticeably different from the earlier works in two respects: although they still use jagged-edged collage the elements are mostly plain colour washes instead of intricately decorated fabrics. And no rhinestones. The one on the right reminded me of a record cover from the 1980s, though I can’t remember which one. Can anyone remind me?

Installation view of Mickalene Thomas: All About Love at the Hayward Gallery. Photo by the author

A note on laminated flooring

It was only after I’d strolled around the room and looked at the massive wall collage a few times that I began to appreciate the importance of wood in it. On the left you can see photos of a number of wooden shelving units such as you might find at Habitat, while on the bottom right are black and white photos of what looks like laminated wood flooring. Hold that thought…

The wrestling room

Beyond the water lily room is the wrestling room. Here are half a dozen rhinestone and jagged collage-style images of two Black women in various wrestling poses. To quote the curators:

Thomas created her series of Wrestlers to explore multiple sides of herself. All the figures depicted in the paintings are representations of Thomas, featuring the artist Kalup Linzy as her twin. The paintings reveal only one face – the artist’s. The artist considers the series a form of self-portraiture, embodying internal conflicts between our multiple selves within society.

The figures, locked in an embrace, blur the boundaries between erotic pleasure and pain, struggle and affection, dominance and submission, all expressions of desire. The tiger and zebra print leotards worn by the wrestlers can be seen as a critique of the stereotypical and exploitative portrayals of Black women’s strength and sensuality.

Well, as I’ve said in my comments about the male gaze, does dressing Black women in jungle animal leotards (tiger and zebra) ‘critique’ stereotypes about Black women… or subtly confirm them? You, the viewer, decide.

Installation view of the wresting room at Mickalene Thomas: All About Love at the Hayward Gallery. Photo by the author

I chatted with the visitor assistant about the bean bags. On the two times I visited the room nobody was sitting on them. Remember I mentioned the wooden shelf units and laminated flooring in the previous room? Well look at the walls here! The stripped varnished pine walls make it feel a bit like a shop, quite a clinical vibe.

Also, you only want to throw yourself on a bean bag if there’s something you really want to spend some time looking at and, I hate to say it, but these were probably the weakest set of works in the show.

But the visitor assistant, as so often, pointed out something I hadn’t noticed, which was the colour red. The bean bags are dark red because all the wrestling images who the two figures wrestling on a dark red blanket. Aha! More like interior decorating than art, the bean bags are visually tied in to the surrounding paintings.

Lastly, most visitors to most of the exhibitions I go to are old. Lots of grey-haired old men and women. I imagine no-one was using the bean bags because pretty much every visitor would struggle to get back to their feet. They’re appropriate to a younger crowd at a younger show and with something to really look at. (I vividly remember the beanbags in a projection room at the Victoria and Albert Museum show about So You Say You Want A Revolution, where you plumped down in a bag to watch excerpts from the rock movie, Woodstock.)

‘Me as Muse’

Round the corner from the lily pond room is a smaller installation, visually tied to it by the present of another clump of rubber plants and titled ‘Me as Muse’. It’s a multimedia video installation meaning there’s a bench and you sit on this and face

Installation view of ‘Me as Muse’ (2016) at Mickalene Thomas: All About Love at the Hayward Gallery. Photo by the author

Now what I noticed first about this was the way the bench was made of Thomas’s characteristic patched fabrics. I really liked the bench, vivid and colourful. The wall is covered by a massive montage of mostly black-and-white photos of woods and forest, which are complimented, I suppose, by the rubber plants.

But obviously the centre of attention is the 12 TV monitors. What appears on these screens is a little complicated. The core image is a self portrait of Thomas lying naked on a divan, the classic odalisque pose which prompted all those questions about the male gaze and the history of art and so on, on the ground floor.

What happens then is that different monitors cut to other images, not all at the same time but so that fragments of images are juxtaposed against each other. These other images include two classic odalisque paintings from western art, one by Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres, a more modernist one by Amedeo Modigliani. I think the point is to contrast the representation of Black or ‘exotic’ women in classical male art, with the body of a real Black woman (Thomas herself).

This process goes a step further when the monitors show us a photographic image of Sarah Baartman (1789 to 1815), a Khoikhoi woman from southwestern Africa who was displayed in colonial exhibitions across Europe in the 19th century. This obviously deepens things from just being an art history issue to showing its relationship to the wider world and to historic issues of colonialism, dehumanisation and so on.

So far, so very like an A-level exercise in gender and racial politics. Intercut with all this are clips from a BBC interview with Eartha Kitt in which the famous singer (apparently) speaks candidly about the abuse, suffering and racism she experienced throughout her life. This would have been more powerful if I could have heard anything she said. Maybe there were headphones or a QR code to use on my phone or something, but none of the other visitors who were in this area at the same time as me were listening to anything. Then again maybe the images of a Black woman talking but muted and silenced, were – in a presumably unintentional way – more powerful than hearing her words.

And it’s a collage, isn’t it, just in a different format (video instead of picture). Like the paintings, and the furniture, its basic idea is cutting up and juxtaposing elements from strikingly different sources.

This view shows the geographical relationship between the lily pond room and the TV room (in this photo you can see the Modigliani odalisque on the TV screens), and also shows how the rubber plants – and now I look closely, I can see how the use of black and white stripes and squares – bind the two pieces together. In fact it was only when reviewing my own photos that I realised that immediately behind the monitors are photos of… water lilies in a pond! Surely, they must be shots of Monet’s lily pond. In which case the two installations are really tied together.

Installation view of the upstairs rooms at Mickalene Thomas: All About Love at the Hayward Gallery. Photo by the author

Eartha Kitt sings Angelitos Negros

Eartha Kitt crops up in another work, another multiple screen installation just along the corridor. It consists of four much bigger screens, each one divided into three sub-screens. On them we see face shots of several Black women all singing the same song. The singing feels notably non-professional i.e. like you or me singing in the shower, and it sounds like several voices singing together at once though not in any kind of professional unity or harmony.

Installation view of Angelitos Negros by Mickelene Thomas at the Hayward Gallery. Photo by the author

It’s only when you read the wall caption that you realise one of the screens is showing Black singer and actress Eartha Kitt performing her 1953 song Angelitos Negros. In this the singer implores artists to paint Black angels in their religious paintings. ‘You paint all our churches, and fill them with beautiful angels,’ the song laments, ‘but you never do remember, to paint us a Black angel.’ As far as I can tell, in that original video Kitt starts crying so the tone of the music is obviously tearful, if not tragic.

So the other faces and voices are all of Thomas herself singing along. So that explains why there’s a kind of core track which sounds good (Eartha) accompanied by an impassioned by amateur rendition (Mickalene).

What I assume to be several takes of her doing this are cut and pasted into the different channels shown by the monitors, which continually change angle and distance. So it’s yet another example of Thomas’s use of collage, reusing, repurposing, juxtaposing original source material into new combinations.

In a way more striking than the piece itself is the fact that in front of it is something like the living room installations downstairs, a collection of armchairs place on a big carpet, with side tables piled with classics of Black and queer literature.

Installation view of Angelitos Negros by Mickelene Thomas at the Hayward Gallery. Photo by the author

Note 1) the way all the furniture is made of patchwork fabric, like the bench in the other TV room, like the furniture in the two living room installations, echoing the intense use of fabric patterns in her rhinestone paintings. 2) Note the use of fake wood laminated tiles, such as you see in flooring shops, visually linking this to the images of cheap wooden furnishing and flooring in the previous installations. And 3) our old friends, the pot plants, also linking this with the other upper gallery installations. It’s not only paintings that can have recurring motifs, but installations too.

The sly way all these displays are tied together by these motifs is enjoyable to decipher and savour. Clever. Very clever, and fun. In the manner of all good art, you feel all these linkages are saying something, something important and meaningful, but can’t work out what. But that’s fine. Art isn’t a scientific thesis. Hints and echoes and implications are what it’s good at. Very clever. Echoes and re-echoes.

Incidentally, the paintings on the wall in the background of this photo are a departure from everything we’ve seen so far. They’re portraits of people right enough, but painted on big mirrors. In fact here on the upper floor there’s a much greater variety of works, a greater range of paintings plus a corridor of simple (i.e. uncollaged) colour photographs, nicely staged and shot.

A note on James Baldwin

The Black American author James Baldwin (1924 to 1987) is frequently encountered in the art world. Why? Because he’s Black, queer and a writer. I’m not being sarcastic or snarky when I say he ticks all the boxes. We live in a liberal culture which is concerned to tick all the boxes – literally in the case of many organisations’ legally binding commitments to diversity and inclusion. In a thoroughly feminist culture like the art world most straight white men are frowned on and excluded. In a backlash against thousands of years of white heteronormative domination, there is currently a wave of exhibitions by Black artists, and an ever-growing number of exhibitions by queer artists.

Baldwin’s writings often address his challenges with identity. When he came of age in the 1940s a man was meant to be white and manly, Clark Gable or John Wayne. Being Black exposed him to the massive race discrimination in 1940s USA, but being queer made him doubly an outsider, especially in his own Black community which was just as homophobic as the white world, if not more so.

After facing years of everyday racism and homophobia, despite the support of other Black writers who spotted his talent, Baldwin in the end fled America, travelling to France in 1948 where he lived for the rest of his life.

It’s not just that Baldwin ticks the boxes, he’s not just an empty figurehead. It’s that he wrote so eloquently about the challenges and complexities of juggling his multiple identities: American, man, Black, gay.

So it is no surprise that in our times, when progressive politics, art and literature are more than ever before concerned with questions of gender and identity, Baldwin is not just a symbol of these issues, but his often very eloquent expressions of them find themselves being quoted again and again, in texts, in documentaries and in countless exhibitions.

When I visited the contentious Masculinities exhibition at the Barbican, supposedly a comprehensive survey of art from around the world about masculinity, no surprise that the massive quotation written in big letters on the wall right at the start of the exhibition was by Baldwin. Not a British writer, a white writer or a straight writer. To define masculinity, to set the keynote in their huge exhibition about masculinity, the curators chose the writing of a gay Black American man.

Not long ago I was at the Photographer’s Gallery in Soho and discovered quotes from Baldwin being used in their exhibition of queer photos. And here in the Mickalene show, Baldwin is 1) referenced in the wall captions, specifically the one for the Money installation which aligned Baldwin’s flight to France with Mickalene’s stay there 60 years later. 2) In the Shrine and here in this Earth Kitt installation, when there are little piles of books to make the place look more homely, you can bet your house they’ll include works by Baldwin and guess what? They do. 3) And photos of him appear in Thomas’s series celebrating Black politics, ‘Resist’. He’s everywhere.

I’m not mocking. I’m pointing out that particular periods or eras in history are defined by their economic and technological substructure, and the cultures they produce are marked by particular anxieties and means of expression. So that in an era saturated in issues to do with race and gender, it’s almost inevitable that Baldwin’s eloquent descriptions of the interplay of these issues – not that commercially successful in his own time (the 1950s, 60, 70s) – have come into their own. This goes some way to explaining why his words or image keep cropping up in so many exhibitions I visit.

Sorry for this long digression.

The Black Lives Matter room

The last room I arrived at, the room beyond the Eartha Kitt room, is a cul-de-sac, a comparatively small space and the most ‘political’ room. It contains just three works and these are completely unlike the homespun, family-oriented, bright and joyful vibe of the rhinestone works. They all address the dire state of race relations in contemporary America. They’re examples of a series of works gathered under the collective title ‘Resist’, being:

  • Resist #12: Power to the People
  • Resist #6: Say Their Names
  • Resist #7: Guernica detail

Rather than rewrite them, I’ll quote the curators’ own words:

While Thomas’s art is fundamentally and radically political, this recent series of paintings is explicitly so, centring on Civil Rights activism from the 1960s to the present.

The central painting serves as a memorial to Black men and women who have lost their lives at the hands of U.S. law enforcement or while in custody, urging the viewer to remember the names of countless victims.

The two flanking paintings explore the central role of Black women within civil rights activism from the 1960s onwards. Thomas finds echoes of the past in the present, layering archival images from the Civil Rights era with images from recent protests and uprisings related to Black Lives Matter and other social justice movements.

Here’s that central work, the ‘memorial to Black men and women who have lost their lives at the hands of U.S. law enforcement or while in custody’.

Installation view of ‘Say Their Names (Resist #6)’ (2021) by Mickalene Thomas in Mickalene Thomas: All About Love’ at the Hayward Gallery. Photo by the author

If you pull back from the specific names and focus on the dark grey outlines you can see that they echo or in fact repeat the shapes of the animals in Pablo Picasso’s famous painting, Guernica. As in her copies, pastiches of and homages to classic paintings by Ingres, Manet and Modigliani, you can see 1) her fundamental principle of collage at work, cutting and pasting and incorporating materials from other sources into her own art; and 2) in these particular instances, taking classic works from the canon and rewriting them for her own, modern purposes, to address contemporary social and political issues.

This is a very powerful room and you only have to start thinking about the long, dire history of race relations in America, about American slavery, the civil war, the Jim Crow era, the miserable segregation and racism Afro-Americans suffered for most of the twentieth century, the long battles of the Civil Rights Movement, the assassination of Martin Luther King, through various race riots of the 1960, ’70s’, ’80s and up to the present day with its ongoing litany of Black people killed by white cops and the vast numbers of Black men imprisoned in America’s incarceration complex, to feel yourself completely overwhelmed by the scale and horror of this terrible history and these ongoing horrible realities.

All of which has an undermining effect on the smooth jazz vibe of the ground floor, with its atmosphere of proud women and domestic happiness. This small room casts a long shadow over everything which came before it… But then, we are grown-ups and have to deal with the fact that the world is a troubled, complex and riven place. There’s really very little I can do to influence the community policies of most American police forces. But all the more reason to value the love, leisure and joy which she described at the very start of the show and which those first big collages convey so wonderfully.

Take-home

It’s big, colourful, inspiring, inventive, dark and troubling, all at the same time, all in one big complex feast. Go and see it.


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Haegue Yang: Leap Year @ the Hayward Gallery

‘Leap Year’ is the first major UK survey of female South Korean artist, Haegue Yang, ‘one of the world’s most pioneering artists’. It covers her work from 1995 to the present day and includes three major new commissions and several new productions.

It’s a fun show, big, bright, bold, inventive, combining all kinds of materials to make sculptures large and small, collages, hangings, videos and even a ‘sensorial installation.’ Some are more immediately appealing than others, some you get straightaway, some require a bit of reading up about the traditional crafts or media she is invoking, quoting or combining. So you notice something new each time you go round. I did the tour three times. The central elements of her work are:

1. Sculptures: It’s almost all sculpture – there are actually quite a few collages, lots of prints and maybe 6 or 7 videos, but it’s the big sculptures and installations which strike you first and foremost.

2. Materials: Yang’s sculptures are made from a wide variety of materials. Her works often feature a variety of household and industrial objects including drying racks, light bulbs, metal-plated bells, nylon pom-poms, hand-knitted yarn and hanji (Korean paper).

3. Multicultural: It is extremely multicultural. Yang includes traditions and folklore from her homeland, Korea, but also magpies themes, ideas, craft and fabric practices and traditions from all round the world. (Half way through the show we hear about her interest in her interest in paper cutting traditions from other cultures including wycinanki from Poland, amate by the Otomi people of the Americas, and pabalat from the Philippines).

The exhibition is arranged into five thematic zones. To be honest my own experience of it cut across the formal zone ideas. I experienced it more as ‘rooms’, each with a particular vibe and highlights, so that’s how I’ll describe them in what follows.

Room 1

You enter through a curtain of blue and silver stainless-steel bells suspended from a characteristic Korean wooden porch structure. This is ‘Sonic Droplets in Gradation – Water Veil’ (2024), part of Yang’s ongoing Sonic Sculptures series. Visitors are invited to walk through a curtain of blue and silver stainless-steel bells which trigger ‘sonic reverberations’. This is one of the three installations created for this exhibition.

Installation view of Haegue Yang: Leap Year at the Hayward Gallery showing the bead curtain you have to walk through to enter (photo by the author)

What hits you in the first room is two obvious elements:

Installation view of Haegue Yang: Leap Year at the Hayward Gallery showing ‘Non-Indépliables, nues’ (photo by the author)

1) the huge collage on the far wall on the left, which is titled ‘Drip Drop Blob Dance – Trustworthy #228’, from 2013

and 2) the way the space is filled with a variety of plastic clothes horses, stacked across each other and festooned with lights. These are ‘Non-Indépliables, nues’, composed of drying racks, light bulbs, cables, zip ties and terminal strips. The idea is that these everyday domestic objects have been transformed into ‘expressive sculptural beings’ that perform delicate balancing acts or complex acrobatic poses. The French title ‘non-indépliable’ translates as ‘non-unfoldable’.

Once you’ve explored the impact of both these works, you come down to a smaller scale and realise there are some chairs for you to sit on and watch slides being projected on the wall. This is ‘Dehors’ (2006), two slide projectors projecting two sets of 81 colour slides in a loop.

Room 2

You go up the ramp (on the right in the photo above) into the second room or space which is arguably the best, certainly the one that’s used in all the posters and promotional material. The salient elements are:

  1. a set of spectacularly large and colourful abstract sculptures
  2. which are joined by geometric shapes, spirals, checkerboards, dots and fragmented lines drawn onto the floor – these are, apparently, inspired by meteorological charts
  3. and on the wall a series of big black and white collages using striking, humorous black and white photos

Here’s a wide view of the two most vivid sculptures with some of the amusing collages in the background. The two sculptures are, left to right, ‘The Randing Intermediate – Earth Alienage Rising Sporing’ and ‘The Randing Intermediate – Sea Alienage Fanned-Out Bang’. Great names, aren’t they, as preposterous as the objects themselves.

Installation view of Haegue Yang: Leap Year at the Hayward Gallery showing ‘The Randing Intermediates’ in the foreground and ‘Eclectic Totemic’ on the walls (photo by Mark Blower)

They are, apparently, made from naturally dyed rattan and were created in collaboration with local artisans in the Philippines using the basic weaving technique called randing, where a single wicker is woven onto a sculptural frame. The colourful zoomorphic shapes are said to resemble sea creatures or spores although they reminded me of the fantastical fossilised creatures from the Burgess Shale which Stephen Jay Gould describes in his book ‘Wonderful Life‘. When you look closer you can see they are topped with artificial plants, making them feel even more bizarre.

And here’s the same room from the other side, showing not only another sculpture and collage but also one of the half dozen geometric sculptures with neon lights hanging from the ceiling. The floor sculpture made from panels with differently patterned tinsel across them is ‘Sonic Dress Vehicle – Hulky Head’ from 2018. I think the orange one with neon hanging from the ceiling is titled ‘Stacked Corners – Ventilating Orange and Blue Square’ from 2022. Note how the basic element is a set of Venetian blinds which have been coloured orange and blue. We’ll be hearing a lot more about Venetian blinds.

Installation view of Haegue Yang: Leap Year at the Hayward Gallery showing ‘Sonic Dress Vehicle – Hulky Head’ and ‘Stacked Corners – Ventilating Orange and Blue Square’ (photo by the author)

Room 3

Then you go downstairs and into a room filled with these guys. They’re great. Not as multi-coloured as the ‘The Randing Intermediates’, to me they had more of an African vibe, the two on the right looking like the thatching from tribal huts. Although the one I thought most African is in fact titled ‘Chinese bride’. Completely wrong. Oh well.

Installation view of Haegue Yang: Leap Year at the Hayward Gallery showing ‘The Intermediates – Dancing in Woven Masks’ (photo by the author)

In fact they’re titled ‘The Intermediates – Dancing in Woven Masks’ from 2015. A propos of Yang’s use of disparate materials, these guys are made of:

Artificial straw, powder-coated steel frame, powdercoated mesh, casters, plastic raffia string, jute twine, cotton twine, knitting yarn, cord, folkloric tricolour band, root carving, artificial plants, gourds, Korean bridal crowns, artificial feathers, artificial seaweed, barnacles, abalone shells, sea shells, conch shells, metal basket, palm tree basket, coconut basket, wood perches, bird toys, trumpet, rubber object, Indian bells, bells, metal chain, split rings.

And they blend various motifs from traditional Korean cultural rituals, dances and festivals. As to what they mean, like all Yang’s works, like everything in the exhibition, there is no real guide or instruction on what to think or how to interpret them. There they are. Make of them what you will.

On a partition to the right of the Intermediates is a set of coloured paper collages, subtly made using Korean paper folding techniques.

Beyond the partition is another space, probably part of the same ‘zone’, whose walls are lined with works which, as you can see, combine woodwork and fabric decoration with 2D images, the whole design obviously referencing East Asian architecture and design. These are examples of the series ‘Mesmerizing Mesh’ (2021 to the present) collages which reference ‘sacred and ritualistic paper objects related to shamanism and folk or pagan traditions’. The wooden shrine-like or ‘enshrinement’ was inspired by the shamanistic home altars of the Hmong people from South East Asia.

Installation view of Haegue Yang: Leap Year at the Hayward Gallery showing pieces from the ‘Mesmerizing Mesh’ series (photo by the author)

In the middle of the room is another dramatic sculptural ensemble with a powerful mashup of zoomorphic shapes and metal household objects. The round one in the foreground is ‘The Intermediate – Psychic Turbine Vents Ball’ (2017), the one on the left ‘Dry Spell at Villeperdue’ (2016), the one with the gold curtain strands is ‘Sonic Fabric over Brass Plated Web’ (2015).

Installation view of Haegue Yang: Leap Year at the Hayward Gallery, showing ‘The Intermediate – Psychic Turbine Vents Ball’, ‘Dry Spell at Villeperdue’ and ‘Sonic Fabric over Brass Plated Web’ (photo by the author)

There’s more, a video, little sculpture cone and ball made of what look like blue Christmas tree baubles, a large black and white abstract drawing, there’s always more, each time I visited a room I saw new things I hadn’t noticed first time round.

Room 4

In this room are some works on the wall, a series of her careful Lacquer Paintings but, again, you are struck by the big sculpture or, more properly, installation. After the brilliantly imagined sculptures of the previous couple of rooms, this is big but felt a bit underwhelming. On the left, partitioned off by a low rope, is an assembly of small tables and chairs, moveable fans, fenced off with a low rope fence. Beyond it you can see an assembly made of a wooden pallet, packages and beer crates. I think the whole ensemble is titled ‘Storage space’.

According to the curators, Storage space ‘conceived during a precarious and nomadic phase of her life when she was unable to afford to hire storage space for her artworks’. Usually I like sculptures made from industrial objects very much – having worked in a number of factories and warehouses I have a more than usual connection with them, I can imagine humping and lifting them, they give me a physical response, but not here. As you can see, they might have autobiographical significance for the artist but they’re not a patch on the spectacular abstract shapes in the previous couple of rooms.

Installation view of Haegue Yang: Leap Year at the Hayward Gallery showing ‘Storage space’ (photo by the author)

Room 5

Then you go up the stairs to the next space. This is devoted to a massive work made of sets of Venetian blinds. Coloured lights are projected through them which create a rippling dappling effect on the wall. This is one of the new commissions, ‘Star-Crossed Rendezvous after Yun’ (2024). This work features ascending layers of Venetian blinds in varying formations and colours that guide visitors through the space, alongside two breathing stage lights and a historic musical score.

Installation view of Haegue Yang: Leap Year at the Hayward Gallery showing ‘Star-Crossed Rendezvous after Yun’ (photo by the author)

It is ‘after Yun’ in a reference to the late Korean composer and political dissident Isang Yun (1917 to 1995). The work was inspired by Yun’s Double Concerto (1977), a classic of plinky-plonky avant-gardeism which sounds like this.

Unfortunately, when I was visiting, first thing in the morning, the music was not playing which was a big shame. The raw sparse music in the big white space filtered by flickering blinds would have been an intriguing experience.

The view

At the end of this space is a long wide window, part of the Hayward building, which looks out over Waterloo Bridge. Yang has filled the space beyond the window with water in which are inserted tiny toy windmills, 100 of them apparently. But the obvious thing is the reflection of the sky. Very chill, as my kids would say. It’s titled ‘Windy Terrace Beyond Reach’ and is, of course, specific to this site.

Installation view of Haegue Yang: Leap Year at the Hayward Gallery showing ‘Windy Terrace Beyond Reach’ (photo by the author)

Off to one side there’s a small periscope. The viewing part of it, where you put your eye, is really low, only a few feet off the ground, so either we’re meant to kneel down to look through it, or it is (thoughtfully) for children.

Room 6

This room is the largest and busiest. A lot is going on but your initial feel is that it involves a lot more Venetian blinds. Wide expanses of blinds hanging from the ceiling divide it into different zones with different things going on. According to the curators ‘Yang is drawn to Venetian blinds for their obliqueness, semi-transparent quality, and their capacity to divide and configure a space’, which you may or may not agree with as you walk round.

Installation view of Haegue Yang: Leap Year at the Hayward Gallery showing ‘Recollection of Sadong 30 – Version London’ (photo by the author)

I found it a bit hard to follow or understand, so I’ll quote the curators at length. The entre installation is titled ‘Recollection of Sadong 30 – Version London’ and is another of the installations which have been created especially for this show. It consists of: digital slideshow, digital colour print, corrugated roof, origami objects, fairy lights, light bulbs, plant, fan, plastic stools.

In 2006, Yang staged her first solo exhibition in Korea in her grandparent’s former home in Incheon, a city to the west of Seoul, using the address as the project’s title. She made the crumbling house accessible and carefully placed origami, light bulbs on stands, a dressed drying rack, frozen water bottles and an electric fan in the rooms. These objects later became recurrent motifs in her work. ‘Recollection of Sadong 30 – Version London’ is an attempt to recall this moment through recreations of some of the original objects, architectural elements and projections that provoke the visitor’s own experiences and sentiments around this seminal work.

So now you know. Among the units on the floor there are some heaters and, somewhere, some humidifiers. I think the aim is to walk into a sensory zone which makes you feel what it’s like to be in humid tropical Seoul rather than chilly windy London. Bolstering this effect are a number of videos Yang shot in Seoul of what looks like pretty straightforward street life and maybe even her backyard, with chairs arranged for you to sit and watch, as you can see in the photo above.

Each of the spaces, so carefully partitioned by hanging Venetian blinds, contains a different set of objects, videos or photos. Some contain what look like air conditioner units but made from blinds, illuminated with coloured lights. These no doubt have a resonant meaning but, strolling round them, felt a bit meh, particularly by comparison with the vivid works we saw downstairs.

Installation view of Haegue Yang: Leap Year at the Hayward Gallery showing part of ‘Recollection of Sadong 30 – Version London’ (photo by the author)

One of the most accessible pieces is a panel of blown-up black-and-white photos with fairy lights strewn across the floor in front of them. Photography is, after all, the easiest and most accessible of the arts, conveying countless more times information and atmosphere than any of the other random objects scattered across the floorspace.

Installation view of Haegue Yang: Leap Year at the Hayward Gallery showing part of ‘Recollection of Sadong 30 – Version London’ (photo by the author)

Venetian sinks

The last element I’ll note is that, off to one side of the main space, were a couple of stainless steel kitchen sinks which had been hung on the wall with (yet more) Venetian blinds hung over them and a bit of coloured lighting. I liked these for their strong surreal vibe. They are titled, with Yang’s characteristic fondness for long names, ‘Twelve Pyeongchang-gil Moisture – #AP MJ134’ and ‘Seven Dircksenstraße Moisture – #AP ZL10164’.

Installation view of Haegue Yang: Leap Year at the Hayward Gallery showing ‘Twelve Pyeongchang-gil Moisture – #AP MJ134’ and ‘Seven Dircksenstraße Moisture – #AP ZL10164’ (photo by the author)

Thoughts

I liked it, some bits more than others, but there’s a very wide range of types and sizes and forms of work here. The blockbuster sculptures are the obvious show stoppers but once you’ve taken them in, enjoyed walking round and marvelling at them, on the second go round I noticed a lot of quieter, subtler works on paper – collages and prints – which require a different sort of attention. Plus the half dozen or so videos, if you have the patience.

Installation view of Haegue Yang: Leap Year at the Hayward Gallery (photo by the author)

It’s not going to rock your world like the Van Gogh exhibition at the National Gallery or overawe you with Masters of Art like the Michelangelo and Leonardo show at the Royal Academy, but it’s light and fun and intriguing and pleasing in a way neither of those are, and an insight into the look and feel of bang up-to-date, international contemporary art. Give it a go.


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The Imaginary Institution of India: Art 1975 to 1998 @ the Barbican

Anyone wanting to skip my comments can go straight to the gallery of images, a third of the way through this review.

Barbican art is big

The great blessing and curse of the Barbican Art Gallery is that it’s so huge. It has four large open-plan spaces on the ground floor (which always house very large works or installations), three alcoves running off the side corridor, while the first floor gallery contains 8 more room-sized alcoves – so about 15 distinct spaces in total.

This sheer size explains why the Barbican’s art exhibitions are routinely epic in scope and scale, and this new one, ‘Imaginary Institution of India: Art 1975 to 1998’, is no exception. It features nearly 150 works by 30 artists across the full range of media including painting, drawing. sculpture, photography, installation and film.

The dates

The exhibition takes its start and end points from two pivotal moments in India’s post-independence history – the declaration of the State of Emergency by Indira Gandhi in 1975 and the Pokhran Nuclear Tests in 1998. As the curators point out, these 23 years were marked by social upheaval, economic instability and rapid urbanisation. But they’re also a kind of introduction into the way other parts of the world don’t follow our timelines. Neither 1975 nor 1998 are particularly significant years in British political cultural life. These key political moments, like much else in the exhibition, come from a different culture and history.

Woke

A couple more general points. Art exhibitions in general represent a kind of advance guard of wokeness and political correctness, and the Barbican is at the forefront of these up-to-the-minute discourses. Reading their wall labels and captions can feel like reading an omnibus of Guardian editorials. Thus I predicted before I went that there would be displays about feminist, LGBTQ+ and indigenous art, and I wasn’t disappointed. Here’s an example, a paintings by the overtly gay painter Bhupen Khakhar.

‘Grey Blanket’ by Bhupen Khakhar (1998) © Estate of Bhupen Khakhar

The free booklet

Talking of wall labels, this exhibition is a bit unusual in not having any. Most exhibitions feature a big wall label introducing each room and then captions for each particular work. Here’s there’s none of that. The curators have chosen to put all the text into a very nicely produced and surprisingly ample free booklet, complete with a Timeline of Social and Political Events in India 1975 to 1998, and a Glossary of Indian terms. All that indicates which work is which is a simple number printed on the wall or dais beside them. This makes the whole exhibition feel unusually clean and uncluttered, and the booklet feels like a very generous gift and memento.

Too dark to read

However there is a catch with the booklet concept, which is that the curators have decided to use very low light levels throughout the exhibition, apart from spots shining directly onto the works. Unfortunately, this makes it quite difficult, often impossible, for an old guy like me to read the handout, even with my glasses on, even leaning towards the artworks to try and get better light, and I can’t believe I’m the only one. Maybe they’ll adjust the lighting levels as the show progresses…

Installation view of ‘The Imaginary Institution of India: Art 1975 to 1998’ at the Barbican showing terracotta heads by Himmat Shah in the foreground and abstract paintings by Jagdish Swaminathan on the wall in the background (photo by the author)

Extraordinary variety

As to the works, the curators have gone to great trouble to ensure that there’s something for everyone.

Large At the large end of the scale there’s a shed-sized installation titled ‘House’ by Vivan Sundaram. This is close to a life-sized wooden figure standing at the centre of a rosette of agricultural tools (‘The Tools’ by N. N. Rimzon). There’s a hexagonal shelter formed from painted screens (‘Shamiana’ by Nilima Sheikh), a strange skeletal mannekin covered in purple velvet (‘Desert Queen’ by Anita Dube), a set of coloured ropes hanging from the wall (‘Untitled’ by Sheela Gowda) and a big colourful canvas suspended across the ceiling (also part of Nilima Sheikh’s ‘Shamiana’ installation).

Installation view of ‘The Imaginary Institution of India: Art 1975 to 1998’ at the Barbican showing the big painted canopy suspended from the ceiling by Nilima Sheikh (photo by the author)

Small At the small end of the scale there’s a series of lovely drawings of holy animals done in a kind of naive decorative style by Jangarh Singh Shyam; and a set of brilliant metal sculptures packed with strange humanoid figures cast in bronze by Meera Mukherjee.

For feminists there’s a room featuring a series of 19 black-and-white photos by Sheba Chhachhi featuring seven women activists from the 1990s (‘Seven Lives and a Dream,’); and an upsetting set of 12 A4-sized paintings by Nilima Sheikh following the life of Champa, a carefree teenage girl who was married off while still a child, abused in her new home, and then murdered for her dowry by her husband and in-laws.

Indigenous art There’s a lovely series of black-and-white photos by Jyoti Bhatt capturing indigenous artists at work on wall and floor paintings. This is next to a series of upsetting colour photos documenting the 1984 Union Carbide disaster by Pablo Bartholomew.

Gay 1 The first gay room features eight colour photos of gay men staged among famous Delhi landmarks by Sunil Gupta. Gupta’s was the only name I recognised since he at one point moved to New York and I’ve seen his photos of the New York gay community in numerous other exhibitions. The photos are given droll and sarcastic text captions. I especially liked the one which reads:

People operate here harassing people and intimidating them with beatings and extortion. Sometimes they just want a blowjob.

Yes, sometimes men just want a blowjob – if a gay man says that, it’s a bold declaration, challenging societal expectations and interrogating heteronormativity; if a straight man says it, not so much. One of the many reasons to enjoy queer art is the queer artist’s ability to be completely candid about sex in a way that a heterosexual male artist would be wise not to attempt…

Gay 2 The second gay room features paintings by Bhupen Khakhar. I admired the candid way these depicted that taboo part of human anatomy, the erect penis. Considering how much trouble they’ve caused to untold billions through all history, it’s remarkable how few erect penises you get in art of any kind. I didn’t really like Khakhar’s naive home-made style but I admired his willies.

Struggling to understand Indian art

This is a challenge. I have only a shaky grasp of British art, a reasonable understanding of selected spots of European art, and a loose hold on American art (despite it being everywhere) because even in art you think you know well, there are always hidden depths and meanings. There are always traditions and currents and precedents the artists were inspired by, or are reacting against, are reinterpreting, reviving, critiquing and so on. Nonetheless, as an inhabitant of the Euro-American world, I feel I have a reasonable grasp of its visual (dramatic, filmic and musical) languages.

But Indian art? Despite having been to 2 or 3 exhibitions of it, I’m all too aware that it comes from a world almost completely closed to me, a world of visual iconography, traditions, religions and political movements, local cultures and languages which are way beyond my experience or understanding.

Therefore it’s challenging, this exhibition, because so many of the works seem to be coming out of traditions or mixtures and updatings and reinterpretations of contexts and traditions which I have no feel for.

What’s more, a lot of the art is obviously very political, kicking off with responses to the state of emergency instituted by Indira Gandhi in 1975 and taking in war with Pakistan, the rise of communalism and incipient Hindu nationalism, the spectacular growth of India’s cities and comcomitant loss of many rural traditions, the rise of Indian feminism with campaigns against suttee, honour killing, femicide and so on. I can read long explanations about these things but found it very hard to really relate to them. Hard to become as involved as, presumably, an Indian visitor would be.

The exhibition is a big bold window onto an art world most of us are not very familiar with at all. There was plenty to enjoy but quite a lot which I felt was only so-so – clumsily naive paintings, abstract designs I felt had been done earlier and better elsewhere, installations I felt I’d seen before somewhere else … but then it crossed my mind that maybe I was wrong, maybe I was misreading it, maybe I’m a victim of my own ignorance. Hard to tell whether my taste is valid or just trapped in the parochial world of the Anglosphere… So I tried my best to give everything the benefit of the doubt and to let the art teach and educate me in how to see it, rather than viewing it through blinkered Anglophone spectacles…

Press gallery

The following are the official press images, accompanied by the curators’ original captions i.e. none of it is written by me. Why? To give you as much of the original source information as possible, to let you make up your own minds.

Speechless City by Gulammohammed Sheik (1975)

A forbidding glow pervades ‘Speechless City’. Foraging cattle and wild dogs huddle around abandoned dwellings in a town empty of inhabitants. Evoking the repressiveness of the Emergency era (1975 to 1977) and referencing the eruption of Hindu-Muslim riots in Gujarat from 1969 onwards, Gulammohammed Sheikh made this painting while teaching at his alma mater, Maharaja Sayajirao University, Baroda (Vadodara). The desolate urban landscape suggests the aftermath of an unknown, terrible event. The work originally featured a fleeing figure, which Sheikh later painted out to create a scene devoid of people.

‘Speechless City’ by Gulammohammed Sheik (1975) © 2024 Gulammohammed Sheikh.
Courtesy of The Artist and Vadehra Art Gallery

Village Opera-2 by Madhvi Parekh (1975)

Madhvi Parekh’s oil paintings depict remembered landscapes from both her childhood village of Sanjaya, Gujarat, and her subsequent travels. She painted ‘Village Opera-2’ after attending an artist’s camp organised by artist G. R. Santosh in Kashmir in 1975. The copper pots she saw there inspired the black anthropomorphic figures at the centre of this work. Working first with oil paint, Parekh then used oil pastels to add small, vibrant creatures which resemble birds, fish, snakes and amphibians. The scene floats in a colourful net of dots and lines, patterns drawn from the folk crafts of Rangoli and embroidery that she had practised as a child. Initiated into art by her artist husband Manu Parekh, Madhvi Parekh began to paint only after leaving Sanjaya, and with memory as their subject, her paintings provide a way back to the idyll of village life. “I have never forgotten the sights and sounds of my village,” she says. “I carry them with me everywhere and, although they are often combined with elements I have imbibed in the city, they still endure.”

‘Village Opera-2’ by Madhvi Parekh (1975) © Madhvi Parekh. Courtesy DAG

This was, I think, my favourite piece in the show, possibly because it reminds me of Paul Klee. It was one of the very few pieces which seemed happy.

Dhakka by Sudhir Patwardhan (1977)

Sudhir Patwardhan’s large-scale paintings visualise the effects of urbanisation on the body of the individual city dweller and the landscape of the city. A practising radiologist till 2005, Patwardhan uses his art to articulate stories of social struggle. His emphasis on figuration is a result of his belief in the accessibility of art for all. In the late 1970s, Patwardhan painted solidly built individuals against a minimal background. ‘Dhakka’ shows a labourer straining to pick up his shirt, the title (which translates as ‘push’ in Hindi) emphasising the effort of this activity. Dignified but worn out, this subject embodies the difficult lives of the working class.

‘Dhakka’ by Sudhir Patwardhan (1977) © 2024 Sudhir Patwardhan. Courtesy of The Artist and Vadehra Art Gallery

Two Men with Handcart by Gieve Patel (1979)

Under a vibrant pink sky, time is suspended as two men pause in their labour for a relaxed chat. Behind them, lightly shaded windows and bricks hint at a dense metropolis under construction. In the 1960s, Gieve Patel, a self-taught artist as well as a celebrated poet, playwright and doctor, began painting urban landscapes inspired by his native Bombay (Mumbai). While he documented the rapidly changing nature of the city around him, his focus remained on its working-class inhabitants. Placing the labourers at the centre of this work, Patel interrogated the impact of India’s social and economic transformations on its people. The artist had believed his use of colour in this work was non-naturalistic, but then was surprised to observe a sunset bathing the entire city in a pink glow. “The problem of how to relate to the given colours of life is full of thrilling ambiguities and possibilities,” he commented in 1985.

‘Two Men with Handcart’ by Gieve Patel (1979) © Gieve Patel. Courtesy of the Peabody Essex. Museum Photography by Barbara Kennedy

Two Men in Benares by Bhupen Khakhar (1982)

Bhupen Khakhar, an accountant by training, was a self-taught artist who took to painting in the 1960s. His early works comprised portraits of tradesmen. In 1980, he began to address his homosexuality, which he had struggled with until then. In this dramatic painting, the intertwined nude lovers are set against a blue background with numerous vignettes unfolding around them. Such narrative representation reveals Khakhar’s interest in fourteenth-century Sienese painting, especially the work of Ambrogio Lorenzetti. Khakhar integrates the lovers into the quotidian reality of the hallowed city of Benares (Varanasi), with its holy men, small shrines and kneeling devotees. By staging this sexual tryst within a religious context, he knowingly props up the erotic against the sacred, and provocatively collapses the boundaries between private and public. First exhibited at Gallery Chemould, Bombay (Mumbai), in 1987, the painting had to be stored away just two days later for fear of protests from the Central Cottage Industries Emporium, in whose premises the gallery was located.

‘Two Men in Benares’ by Bhupen Khakhar (1982) © Estate of Bhupen Khakhar. Note the willies

India Gate by Sunil Gupta (1987)

Staged amongst famous New Delhi landmarks and some cruising sites, these constructed images present the complexities faced by gay men when homosexuality was still a punishable offence in India. Section 377, a colonial law enacted in 1861, criminalised homosexuality and was only repealed by India’s principal court in 2018. The series was realised in 1986 to 1987 through a commission awarded by The Photographer’s Gallery, London, and was for Sunil Gupta “about locating Indian cis men in an international gay landscape”. Born in New Delhi, the artist moved to Canada in 1969 at the age of fifteen. He relocated to the United States prior to settling in London. Accompanied by excerpts of conversations with his subjects, all voluntarily offered, the colour photographs reveal the sentiments of gay Indian men and their vulnerable, clandestine lives. Gupta ensured he had the consent of his subjects to print the photographs, with the understanding that the images would not be shown at the time in India. Finally, in 2004, Gupta exhibited ‘Exiles’ at the India Habitat Centre in New Delhi as a belated, affirmative homecoming.

‘India Gate’ by Sunil Gupta (1987) from the series ‘Exiles’ 1987 © Sunil Gupta. Courtesy the artist and Hales London and New York

Construction Woman Washing Her Face by Sudhir Patwardhan (1998)

Sudhir Patwardhan’s graceful female construction worker as she raises her hands to wash her downcast face. Very economically, Khakhar and Patwardhan imbue simple gestures with tremendous power and emotion, demanding recognition for their subjects.

‘Construction Woman Washing Her Face’ by Sudhir Patwardhan (1998) © 2024 Sudhir Patwardhan. Courtesy of The Artist and Vadehra Art Gallery

House by Vivan Sundaram (1994)

Vivan Sundaram transitioned from painting and drawing in the early 1990s to embrace a broader, spatially oriented approach. ‘House’ portrays his reflections on the changing political landscape and communal tensions in India at the time. Held by a metal armature, the installation elaborates on the concept of refuge. A walled sanctuary cast in kalamkhush (paper handmade from khadi, the hand- spun, natural-fibre fabric promoted by Mahatma Gandhi during India’s anti-colonial struggle), ‘House’’s surface carries embossed emblems of the tools of labour and speaks to collective struggles against power. Alongside a mineral hue reminiscent of coagulated blood, the outer walls exhibit marks of brutality: scattered limbs, jagged outlines of weapons, and closed windows. Within, a pedestal bears a wide-brimmed vessel filled with water, and flickering through the transparent base of the bowl, a fiery video projection conveys an allegory of simmering injustice.

‘House’ by Vivan Sundaram (1994) from the series ‘Shelter’ 1994 to 1999. Photo by Gireesh G.V. Photo courtesy The Estate of Vivan Sundaram

Untitled by Sheela Gowda (1997/2007)

Alongside her explorations with cow dung, Sheela Gowda employed a range of everyday materials in her installations through the 1990s. ‘Untitled’ (1997/2007), made for the show ‘Telling Tales – of Self, of Nation, of Art’ at Victoria Art Gallery, Bath, is her first fully realised installation in which needle and thread are used. For this work, Gowda strung individual needles with threads varying in length from 40 to 133 centimetres. This labour-intensive process was very important for Gowda, who would reject a ball of thread if she encountered a single knot because “the process of threading empowers every inch” of the thread. She then anointed the threads with kumkum paste, and bound them together to form ropes, with a menacing head of needles at the end of each length. ‘Untitled’ comprises of eight such lengths of rope, which allow Gowda to configure and arrange them site-specifically. They travel viscerally along the wall and snake across the floor, intimating a transmuting body, an umbilical cord, intestines, trails of blood. Gowda has described the work as possessing “a very insidious sort of violence … the needles hang at the end almost passively but they have the potential for hurting.”

‘Untitled’ by Sheela Gowda (1997/2007) © Sheela Gowda. Courtesy Museum Gouda

Mild Terrors-II by C. K. Rajan (1991 to 1996)

Using only scissors and glue, C. K. Rajan composed the ‘Mild Terrors II’ series by pasting imagery from discarded popular magazines and dailies onto blank sheets of A4 paper. An erstwhile member of the Indian Radical Painters’ and Sculptors’ Association, Rajan began work on these collages in 1991, the year India liberalised its economy to allow foreign investment. Made quickly and intuitively, the perspective of these small-scale collages is purposefully disorienting. They are replete with rescaled objects and discordant visual mash-ups. Rajan cannily juxtaposed outsized human torsos and limbs (often female) with consumer goods, and inserted them into urban or rural settings to create surreal scenes. They convey the ‘mild terrors’ that lurked behind India’s rapid entry into a global free-market system – the unreported uneven economic development, the social disparities, the displacements. It was a strangely transforming landscape, somewhere between pre-modern, modern and post-modern, captured strikingly in these unsettling collages.

‘Mild Terrors-II’ by C. K. Rajan (1991 to 1996) Courtesy the artist and Kiran Nadar Museum of Art, New Delhi

Installation gallery

The following are my own photos of the exhibition accompanied, where relevant, by the curators’ comments. (I forgot to mention that many of the pictures are displayed on stands made of raw bricks which give the whole thing a…what vibe? Building site? Or are these holey bricks intended to be a characteristic symbol of Indian street scenes?)

Installation view of ‘The Imaginary Institution of India: Art 1975 to 1998’ at the Barbican showing ‘Two Men with Handcart’ by Gieve Patel on a stand made of raw bricks (photo by the author)

The Tools by N. N. Rimzon (1993)

N. N. Rimzon, whose practice was already sculptural, began turning towards a more installation-based approach, as many other artists did in the 1990s. In ‘The Tools’, a figure stands in a state of meditation. Rimzon derived the pose from sculptures of devotees in temple architecture, symbolising non-violence and inner peace. The figure is encircled by iron tools, the broken parts of agricultural equipment. Tension forms between the figure and these mundane objects: strikingly incongruous, the implements threaten violence. ‘The Tools’ exposes the lurking hostilities of the early 1990s with the rise in communalism and the advent of globalisation. In ‘House of heavens’ (1996), on display nearby, similar themes recur. While the human figure is absent, the effects of human action are palpable. A house and an egg rest against each other, intimating the home as a space for solace, refuge and the continuity of life. However, this ideal is destabilised by the iron sword upon which the house precariously rests, signifying the disruptions caused by rising social tensions and their intrusion into people’s lives.

Installation view of ‘The Tools’ by N. N. Rimzon (1993) (photo by the author)

Shamiana by Nilima Sheikh (1996)

The double-sided painted scroll or ‘kanats’ (side screens) of this work centre on the journeys taken by women for devotion, love and celebration in the face of hardship. This nomadic theme is echoed in the installation’s form as a ‘shamiana’, a temporary shelter or gathering place often used as a marriage tent. Nilima Sheikh began designing sets for the feminist theatre troupe Vivadi in 1989. This influenced her painting, and she experimented with ideas of scale and new ways of engaging with viewers. ‘Shamiana’ allows its audience to move around and within the installation. From tender domesticity in ‘Before Nightfall’ to the tragedy of ‘When Champa Grew Up’, and then to a more hopeful paradigm in ‘Shamiana’, Sheikh invokes mythology and other vernacular literary traditions of the Indian subcontinent to explore human conditions of celebrating, mourning, protesting and offering shelter.

Installation view of ‘Shamiana’ by Nilima Sheikh (1996) (photo by the author)

Bronzes by Meera Mukherjee

Meera Mukherjee sought a modernism that would articulate an Indian national identity in the aftermath of British colonisation. Educated at the Delhi Polytechnic College and the Academy of Fine Arts, Munich, she rejected their curriculums which adhered to the western canon of modern art. A grant from the Anthropological Survey of India provided the opportunity to work with Gharua craftsmen in Bastar in central India. She travelled widely, studying the metal-casting techniques of Dhokra artisans in West Bengal, Khoruras and Ghantrars in Odisha, and Sakya craftsmen in Bhaktapur, Nepal. This composite tradition informed Mukherjee’s own use of lost-wax casting, in which a wax model is used as a mould for molten metal. When cooled, the sculpture is finished by hand. Inspired by the devotion with which craftsmen attended sacred subjects, Mukherjee approached the ordinary with similar spiritualism. Small-scale and intricately detailed, Mukherjee’s sculptures elevate figures from everyday village life: labouring artisans in ‘Untitled (Smiths Working under a Tree)’, students in mass protest in ‘Untitled (Andolan)’, and religious devotees in ‘Pilgrims to Haridwar’. Configured in compositions at once rhythmic and organic, these figures from the contemporary world appear subject to larger, celestial forces.

Installation view of one of Meera Mukherjee’s bronzes (photo by the author)

Seven Lives and a Dream’ (1980 to 1991) by Sheba Chhachhi

Sheba Chhachhi’s series of nineteen black-and-white photographs follows seven women activists. Chhachhi became involved with the women’s movement when she returned to her hometown of Delhi in 1980 after completing degrees at the Chitrabani Centre for Social Communication, Calcutta (Kolkata), and the National Institute of Design, Ahmedabad. Amidst a wave of protests against dowry-related violence, Chhachhi photographed her fellow campaigners, the tightly focused images emphasising their emotional intensity. While these images were initially intended for circulation within the movement, Chhachhi felt the need to move beyond documentary photography – a form in which ‘the power of representation’ always remains with the photographer. She also felt that the single image could not adequately capture the complexity of the women, whom she knew personally. Almost a decade later, Chhachhi invited the same women to collaborate on a series of portraits, in settings and with props of their choosing. Satyarani chose to be depicted on the steps of India’s Supreme Court, the location of her decades-long battle for justice for her murdered daughter. Many of the women were photographed within their homes, the private, domestic realm sitting alongside the public forum of street protests. The props – books, family photographs, typewriters, grain – allude to facets of the sitters’ identities, from which emerges an image of the movement that united women across class lines.

Installation view of ‘Seven Lives and a Dream’ (1980 to 1991) by Sheba Chhachhi (photo by the author)

‘When Champa Grew Up’ by Nilima Sheikh (1984 to 1985)

This series of twelve narrative paintings on handmade paper immerses the viewer in the life of Champa, a teenager. At first, she appears as an idealistic girl, her bicycle a symbol of independence. In the following images, however, she is married off while still a child and subjected to abuse in her new home. The series culminates in her dowry-related murder by her husband and parents-in-law. Nilima Sheikh knew the young girl in real life and deliberated upon how to represent her tragedy. The artist explains that she moved away from wall painting because she “didn’t want to trivialise Champa’s fragile story”. The vivid realism of Indian miniature painting, particularly in traditions from the Punjab hills, as well as in East Asian scrolls, informed her method of creating a narrative that unfolds laterally in the unbound series of images.

Installation view of ‘When Champa Grew Up’ by Nilima Sheikh (1984 to 1985) (photo by the author)

Jangarh Singh Shyam and Himmat Shah

Jangarh Singh Shyam did the lovely sequence of ink-on-paper drawings on the wall, featuring serpents, birds, crocodiles and stags, in stylised way which reminded me of illustrations of the nature poems of Ted Hughes. In the foreground is a set of sculpted heads in terracotta by Himmat Shah.

Installation view of ‘The Imaginary Institution of India: Art 1975 to 1998’ at the Barbican showing sculptures by Himmat Shah in the foreground and drawings by Jangarh Singh Shyam on the wall (photo by the author)

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Pond Life: Albertopolis and the Lily by Monster Chetwynd

Art on the Underground

Art on the Underground traces its origins back to the late 1980s when designers became involved in overhauls of Tube stations to give them distinctive looks (maybe the most striking is the David Gentleman frieze of medieval artisans at Charing Cross). In 2000 Platform for Art was launched as a dedicated art programme for London Underground. Initially the main focus was temporary artworks on the disused platform at Gloucester Road station. In 2007 Platform for Art was rebranded as Art on the Underground.

Gloucester Road

In summary, then, the project of artifying or arting up the Tube network has been going on for the best part of forty years. I was interested to read that the earliest Platform Art works were situated at Gloucester Road tube because that’s where, this weekend, I came across the latest installation by artist Monster Chetwynd.

This consists of five circular relief sculptures, each four metres in diameter, placed at intervals along the disused platform. They feature small creatures such as beetles, dragonfly larvae, tadpoles and tortoises which – as poster on the station pillars explains – are constructing sections of the famous Crystal Palace. Off to one side is a giant sculpture of a salamander holding a parasol.

Salamander by Monster Chetwynd at Gloucester Road tube station (photo by the author)

Waterlily

The imagery combines two elements: Crystal Palace and the Amazonian water lily. What? why?

When she was commissioned to make a piece for this location, Chetwynd researched the area and became interested in two connected facts: 1) that the Crystal Palace was first erected not far from the station, in Hyde Park, for the Great Exhibition of 1851; 2) that the inspiration behind gardener-turned-architect Joseph Paxton’s pioneering design for the Palace was the giant Amazonian waterlily.

Paxton based the structure on the waterlily’s elaborate network of ribbed veins, creating a modular, kit-form design which allowed the building to be manufactured in pieces, brought from distant factories, and assembled like a kit. This modular approach to building revolutionised architecture.

It was revenue from tickets to the Great Exhibition which provided the capital for the construction of the museums situated along Exhibition Road (the Victoria and Albert Museum, the Natural History Museum, the Science Museum) which came to be collectively known as ‘Albertopolis’ since the entire project was the brainchild of Victoria’s husband, Prince Albert.

So Chetwynd has combined the waterlily and Palace motifs to create the art works. Clearly she has taken a light-hearted and fantastical approach to the work, imagining a version of the Palace which is being built by the kinds of creatures which live in ponds among waterlilies, from large creatures such as frogs, lizards and terrapins, through to much smaller entities such as insect larvae. (I’m mildly surprised she missed the opportunity to feature dragonflies, which would have been very striking when rendered 2 or 3 meters across.)

The general idea is to persuade the harassed London traveller that they have stepped down into an underwater world, down among the teeming life of the submerged lily pads, their spiny network of veins playing host to a fantasy workforce of industrious wildlife. The salamander holding an Amazonian lily pad as a parasol, standing off to one side, is a more anthropomorphic addition to this scene of amphibian industry. He is maybe a little bit like one of the animals from ‘Wind in the Willows’ (although, to be honest, a bit scary and creepy).

One last cool little point. The circular shape of the reliefs references both the commemorative coins, medallions and souvenirs that were created to commemorate the Great Exhibition, and also the circular terracotta animal sculptures that decorate the walls and galleries of the Natural History Museum. Neat.

Gallery

1. Beetle and snake

Beetle and snake helping to build Crystal Palace by Monster Chetwynd at Gloucester Road tube station (photo by the author)

2. Water bugs and larvae

Larvae and other waterborne creatures helping to build Crystal Palace by Monster Chetwynd at Gloucester Road tube station (photo by the author)

3. Two salamanders

Salamanders (?) looking up at a waterlily by Monster Chetwynd at Gloucester Road tube station (photo by the author)

4. Frog and terrapins

Frog and tortoises (terrapins?) by Monster Chetwynd at Gloucester Road tube station (photo by the author)

5. The Crystal Palace in scaffold

Scaffolding for Crystal Palace by Monster Chetwynd at Gloucester Road tube station (photo by the author)


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GRACE by Alvaro Barrington @ Tate Britain

Like the Turbine Hall at Tate Modern albeit on a smaller scale, the long central hall at Tate Britain – technically known as the Duveen Galleries – is a large space which Tate uses to host a succession of sizeable installations. Earlier this year it was host to Hew Locke’s Procession. Until January 2025 it is the site of ‘GRACE’ by Alvaro Barrington.

Here’s some biography from Barrington’s Wikipedia article:

Alvaro Barrington (born 1983) is a London-based artist. Primarily a painter, Barrington often incorporates yarn, wood and other media into his work. Barrington was born on in February 1983 in Caracas, Venezuela, the son of a Grenadian mother and Haitian father. He grew up in Grenada and then from aged 8 lived in Brooklyn, New York. In 2015, he moved to London and studied at the Slade School of Fine Art completing his MFA in 2017.

So Venezuela, Grenada, New York, London, a very cosmopolitan background.

‘GRACE’ is promoted as a homage to the women who shaped him. It is a ‘personal exploration of identity and belonging’ divided into three parts or ‘acts’, designed to honour: 1) his grandmother Frederica, 2) a close friend and sister-figure Samantha and 3) his mother Emelda. Or, as the artist puts it:

‘GRACE is the constant reimagining of Black culture and aspirational attitude under foreign conditions. GRACE here explores how my grandmother, my mother, and my sister in the British Caribbean community showed up gracefully.’

The wall label introducing the show goes into more detail. It tells us the name GRACE references the song Amazing Grace and also his art professor, Nari Ward’s exhibition of the same name. He explains that ‘in my community’ renditions of Amazing Grace interpret or make it their own and gives an extended description of a frail and elderly Aretha Franklin giving a stirring rendition of President Obama, and how the she was supported by the whoops and cheers of the crowd. To sum up:

Grace is the constant reimagining of Black culture and aspirational attitude under foreign conditions.

The three sections or chapters also map onto three ways of making art – depicting, evoking and embodying – as defined by the US artist Terry Atkins. A second wall label then carefully explains the three chapters of the installation.

Chapter 1. Frederica

The first section is for his grandmother Frederica. It tells us that his mother, Emelda, got pregnant when she was 17. There is no mention of a father. Instead he tells us his grandmother looked after both of them. He was raised in a shack on Grenada whose roof was made of corrugated tin. Rain fell on it with a drumming sound. His grandmother covered the furniture with plastic covers to keep them clean.

So this explains why you enter the installation under a suspended corrugated steel roof with the noise of a tropical rainstorm coming from loudspeakers. The sound of rain hitting the roof is combined with a soundtrack featuring NTS radio programmes selected with Femi Adeyemi, newly commissioned compositions by Kelman Duran, Andrew Hale, Devonté Hynes and Olukemi Lijadu, and songs by Mangrove Steelband.

Installation view of chapter 1 of ‘Grace’ by Alvaro Barrington at Tate Britain, showing the long low corrugated metal roof and series of wooden benches covered in plastic (photo by the author)

Under this roof are placed rattan and plastic seats embellished with braided fabric and draped with plastic quilts containing embroidered postcards and works on paper by Barrington’s long-time collaborator Teresa Farrell. Wooden walls contain windows and textile works.

Installation view of chapter 1 of ‘Grace’ by Alvaro Barrington at Tate Britain, showing one of the half dozen wooden benches containing various drawings, covered in plastic, and decorated with fabric work (photo by the author)

Chapter 2. Samantha

Emerging from the Caribbean rainstorm section, visitors arrive at a four-metre-high aluminium sculpture of a dancing figure. The figure is modelled on – and made in collaboration with – Barrington‘s close friend, Samantha. She is one of what the wall label tells us is famalay (a Trinidadian term for one’s chosen family). Barrington tells us this is his tribute to the Notting Hill Carnival which he contributes to every year. The large imposing futuristic figure stands on a large communal steel drum and is adorned with ‘Pretty Mas (masquerade)‘ jewellery by designers L’ENCHANTEUR, a costume by Jawara Alleyne, and nails by Mica Hendricks.

Installation view of chapter 2 of ‘Grace’ by Alvaro Barrington at Tate Britain, showing the metal sculpture of Samantha rising from a base made of corrugated metal and steel drums, and in the background the large energetic paintings strung from scaffold stands (photo by the author)

But this figure is just the centrepiece. Placed around it are big paintings attached to scaffolding. These depict ‘traditional Mas’ characters and carnival revellers.

Installation view of a stand of paintings in chapter 2 of ‘Grace’ by Alvaro Barrington at Tate Britain (photo by the author)

Another one:

Installation view of a stand of paintings in chapter 2 of ‘Grace’ by Alvaro Barrington at Tate Britain (photo by the author)

These paintings refer to the Caribbean tradition of ‘J‘ouvert’, in which participants cover each other with paint, mud and oil and dance till dawn on carnival Monday.

Installation view of a stand of paintings in chapter 2 of ‘Grace’ by Alvaro Barrington at Tate Britain (photo by the author)

Another one:

Installation view of a stand of paintings in chapter 2 of ‘Grace’ by Alvaro Barrington at Tate Britain (photo by the author)

But there’s more again. Overhead are suspended vast archway canvases designed to convey the passage of time from sunrise to sunset and create the sense of a day spent in the ‘vibrant carnival streetscape’. The overall idea is that this is a ‘protective space’ that the carnival community has created in the streets for people like Samantha to freely celebrate herself.

Chapter 3. Emelda

Barrington’s mother moved from Grenada to New York seeking work when he was 8. he tells us that at that time (it must have been 1991) the Black community in the US was under relentless attack. Lack of hope and economic opportunity and the widespread availability of drugs like cocaine meant many people in the community self-medicated with drugs. Politicians responded with mass incarceration and the ‘war on drugs’. The reality of New York was unlike anything his mother could have imagined in peaceful Grenada. Even a visit to the corner store risked an incredible variety of violence. Barrington remembers the grace his mother showed in these situations.

So the aim of the third chapter is to convey all these mixed and complex experiences. Overhead the skylights in the gallery cupola have been coloured like a stained-glass window to create a contemplative, cathedral-like atmosphere.

Installation view of the skylight covered with colours to look like a church window in chapter 3 of ‘Grace’ by Alvaro Barrington at Tate Britain (photo by the author)

Down on the ground a boarded-up corner kiosk has been made to American prison-cell dimensions. The kiosk sculpture is fitted with moving shutters and surrounded by crowd control barriers with barbed wire, invoking the mass imprisonment of Blacks in America.

Installation view of the fenced-in kiosk in chapter 3 of ‘Grace’ by Alvaro Barrington at Tate Britain (photo by the author)

Beyond these, incongruously, are old-fashioned wooden church pews covered with plastic quilts. These contain pillowcases which feature drawings by Barrington. These pictures reference the unwavering love and fear felt by Black mothers for their children who are frequently at risk of harm from state violence.

Installation view of the wooden pews bearing crude paintings covered in protective plastic in chapter 3 of ‘Grace’ by Alvaro Barrington at Tate Britain (photo by the author)

Thoughts

So, three chapters: a tropical storm falling on a metal-roofed shack in the Caribbean; the liveliness and music of the Notting Hill Carnival; resilience in the face of violence and despair in New York.

I liked some of the primitivist paintings in the carnival section for their energy and rawness. And, of course, the metal sculpture of Samantha literally rises above everything else. It is the most ‘attractive’ part of the show for several reasons: 1) she’s an attractive young woman, and we are biologically hard-wired to be drawn to beautiful young people; 2) it’s the only really figurative piece in the entire installation and so is instantly relatable, like a shop-window mannequin; 3) although it’s meant to be about the here and now, for me the shiny metal finish and colourful outfit have an appealing science fiction vibe. For some or all these reasons it’s no accident that this is the image which Tate uses on all its promotional material.

The statue of Samantha in chapter 2 of ‘Grace’ by Alvaro Barrington at Tate Britain (photo by the author)

The low corrugated metal roof which greets us at the start has an impact but the opposite of that intended. The wall label says it’s meant to convey the warmth and security of his boyhood home in Grenada but, instead, it feels like the makeshift roof of a shelter after a nuclear apocalypse, from some dystopian future.

And try as I might, I couldn’t find anything appealing about the wooden benches covered in plastic in chapter 1 or the wooden pews covered in plastic in chapter 3. The paintings, if that’s what they are, on the benches and pews in both sections, look like they were made by infant school children.

Close-up of some drawings covered in protective plastic draped over a pew in chapter 3 of ‘Grace’ by Alvaro Barrington at Tate Britain (photo by the author)

And the single, solitary, lonely little kiosk in the last section, whose metal grille, for some reason, slowly opened then slowly closed then slowly opened again, all behind a ring of metal fencing…If this had been by Martin Creed I’d have found it funny. But here, according to the wall label, it is bearing the freight of two vast social and historical issues: urban violence in Black communities and the mass incarceration of Black men in the USA. That’s a lot of weight for one poor little kiosk to bear and rather than reflecting on those Weighty Issues I was mainly struck by a) the oddity of the object itself and b) feeling sorry for it.

I’m predisposed to like industrial materials and settings and ruins, which is why I like the photos of Jane and Louise Wilson, the whole idea of Arte Povera in Italy and minimalism in the States, and Mike Nelson’s industrial installation in this very space five years ago. And my favourite art movement is probably the Vorticist-Futurist art of hard edges, geometric shapes derived from modern urban life with its blizzard of cars and planes and building works and machinery. All of which goes to explain why I’m only half joking when I say I thought the best thing in the whole installation was the shadow cast by the wire fencing round the kiosk onto the gallery wall.

Shadow cast by wire fencing on the wall of the Duveen Galleries in chapter 3 of ‘Grace’ by Alvaro Barrington at Tate Britain (photo by the author)

I jokingly pointed this out to the friend I was visiting the gallery with and, to my surprise, she agreed.


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Yoko Ono: Music Of The Mind @a Tate Modern

‘The only sound that exists to me is the sound of the mind. My works are only to induce music of the mind in people…In the mind-world, things spread out and go beyond time.’

This is a big retrospective of the career of trailblazing conceptual artist Yoko Ono (b.1933):

the UK’s largest exhibition celebrating key moments in Ono’s ground-breaking, influential and multidisciplinary career, from the mid-1950s to the present day.

Featuring over 200 works including instruction pieces, scores, installations, films, music and photography. (In the review blow, indented text is a direct quote from the curators’ wall labels.)

Obviously most people have heard of Ono because of her involvement with one of the great pop and rock icons of the last 60 years, John Lennon, and the central part of the exhibition indeed covers their marriage, peace projects and join musical efforts in some detail.

But the point is that well before Yoko met Lennon (at the Indica Gallery in London on 7 November 1966) she was an established conceptual artist, on equal terms with members of the Japanese, American and British avant-garde, and she continued her artistic activity during and after the Lennon years (1967 to 1980) and has continued to produce stimulating and interesting work right up to the present day, as the exhibition amply demonstrates.

Wish tree

The tone is set before you enter the exhibition proper by a wish tree. These are olive trees with bits of car with string nearby and a box of pens. So you’re asked to write your wish on the piece of card and tie it to the tree. I wished my daughter health and happiness. What would you wish for?

Installation view of ‘Wish Trees for London, 2024’ at Yoko Ono: Music of the Mind at Tate Modern, London. Photo © Tate (Reece Straw)

Ono has been installing variations of the Wish Tree around the world since 1996 and over 2 million wishes have been collected, expressed, wished.

The 1950s

In 1956, aged 23, Ono moved to New York City, eloping with Japanese composer and pianist Toshi Ichiyanagi (1933 to 2022). In 1960, she began renting a loft at 112 Chambers Street in Lower Manhattan. Ono and composer La Monte Young (born 1935) programmed concerts and events there, providing a forum for artists, musicians, dancers and poets. Ono performed in other artists’ concerts and installed her instruction-based paintings for the first time.

After university in Japan, Ono moved to New York where she became part of the city’s avant-garde art scene with impressive speed. There are black-and-white photos of her hanging out in New York lofts with avant-garde luminaries such as John Cage, Robert Rauschenberg, David Tudor and La Monte Young.

Conceptual art can be easily defined as ‘art in which the idea or concept presented by the artist is considered more important than its appearance or execution’. This is amply demonstrated by the work which fills room 1 and is titled ‘Lighting Piece. This consists, first and foremost, of instructions for a very simple action: ‘Light a match and watch till it goes out’.

Like most of her instructions ‘Lighting Piece’ is wonderfully light and simple. I don’t think the curators make a big deal out of it, but it felt to me that this lightness is very connected with Japan’s Buddhism tradition, ‘Imagine the sound of one hand clapping’ or ‘If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?’ – those kinds of things. But hers are wonderfully light and original.

Just as characteristic is the way that ‘Lighting Piece’ actually consists of not one but three elements: the original instruction, a performance and a film. Because not only did an unknown number of people follow the written instructions, but one man filmed it. Hence ‘Film Number 1 (MATCH)’ / Fluxfilm Number 14 (1966).

Under Ono’s direction, photographer Peter Moore captured the striking of a match using a high-speed camera, shooting at 2,000 frames per second. Played back at the standard rate of 24 frames per second, the action unfolds in super slow motion, taking 5 minutes and 4 seconds.

It’s one thing seeing it on a little screen, here, quite another watching it projected onto a whole wall.

[A few days later I was reading Walter Benjamin’s collection of essays and came across this quotation from Paul Valéry which seems apt: ‘The invention of the match around the middle of the nineteenth century brought forth a number of innovations which have one thing in common: one abrupt movement of the hand triggers a process of many steps.’]

If you find this idea and film funny or entrancing or calming and meditative, then you’ll love the rest of the exhibition.

In July 1961, Ono’s first solo exhibition opened at AG Gallery in Manhattan. ‘Paintings & Drawings by Yoko Ono’ included more than fifteen Instruction Paintings which were realised through the participation of the artist, visitors or the environment.

There are 200 pieces so I can’t list them all. Another characteristic piece is ‘Painting to Be Stepped On’ (1961), a piece of fabric covered in paint and placed on the floor so that visitors can…step on it. In a similar vein a piece of painted fabric on the floor with a plastic bottle full of water suspended above it with a very very tiny leak. Every now and then a drop of water falls onto the fabric below and you are invited to watch the dark stain of the moisture very slowly spread across the fabric (Waterdrop Painting, 1961).

Early music

Alongside her exhibitions in New York and Tokyo, Ono staged concerts and events. These included periods of complete darkness, electronic sounds and performers with contact microphones taped to their bodies. She brought an element of the absurd and irreverent to her concerts in New York by intermittently playing the amplified sounds of a flushing toilet. Ono titled this work Toilet Piece. Her concerts in Tokyo included The Pulse, in which performers made sounds while tackling mathematical problems on stage, and Audience Piece to La Monte Young, where performers stared at the audience until the audience left.

Instructions for paintings (1961-2)

A list of 20 or so small cards arranged along one wall on which are typed typical instructions.

To avoid the emotion of her own handwriting, and unable to acquire a Japanese typewriter, the instructions were neatly handwritten in Japanese by Ono’s husband Toshi Ichiyanagi. They were shown in the lobby outside Ono’s first concert in Japan in 1962.

My favourite was ‘Waterdrop painting’:

Let water drop.
Place a stone under it.
The painting ends when a hole is drilled in the stone with the drops.
You may change the frequency of the waterdrop to your taste.
You may use beer, wine, ink, blood, etc. instead of water.
You may use typewriter, shoes, dress, etc. instead of stone.

I liked the way it starts out being fairly clear and categorical and then deconstructs itself as you read on until, in the last sentence, all the specificness vanishes into air.

Strip tease

In New York in 1964, Ono held a farewell concert entitled Strip Tease Show, featuring Cut Piece, Bag Piece and Striptease for Three. To ‘strip’, she explains, means ‘not to reveal to others’ but to ‘discover something hidden in humans’ and a ‘stripping of the mind’.

In ‘Striptease for Three’ three chairs are placed onstage and remain there for the audience to stare at until either the curtain was drawn or the chairs removed. The exhibition features three chairs arranged on a dais to recreate the moment.

Installation view of ‘Striptease for Three’ at Yoko Ono: Music of the Mind at Tate Modern (photo by the author)

Cut piece (1964)

This one gained notoriety because of the element salaciousness. Ono sat onstage and invited members of the audience to come up and, using the scissors provided, to cut away her clothes. There’s a video of one performance.

(This reminded me of the retrospective of Serbian conceptual artist Marina Abramović held at the Royal Academy last year, and the work she titled ‘Rhythm 0’. In this Abramović presented herself as an object to be acted upon. She stood motionless for eight hours alongside a table of 72 implements capable of being used for pain or pleasure, for the public to use on her as they wished. I wondered if they were contemporaneous but the Abramović piece is from 1974, so Ono is by far the pioneer.)

Bag piece

In the same room visitors are encouraged to perform ‘Bag Piece’. On the wall are hanging half a dozen black bags and you are invited to take your shoes off and have the gallery assistant put one of these big black fabric bags over you, covering your entire body. Then you can do what you like which, in my case, was make as many funny shapes with your arms and legs as you could think of.

Installation view of ‘Bag Piece’ at Yoko Ono: Music of the Mind at Tate Modern (photo by the author’s friend)

Painting to Shake Hands (concept 1961, first realised 1962)

Drill a hole in a canvas and put your hand out from behind.
Receive your guests in that position.
Shake hands and converse with hands.

In case I haven’t mentioned it before, a central part of the show or experience is that it’s funny. Lots of the instructions make you smile and the interactive activities make you laugh. In the next room is a big fabric freestanding in the middle of the room and she’s punched a hole through it. The idea is you put your hand through it and shake hands with someone on the other side without being able to see who they are. While I was watching a youngish coupe did this, smiling and fumbling, and then two fairly young kids had a go, squealing and giggling as they played with each other’s outstretched arms and hands. It’s fun.

Shadow Piece (concept 1963, first performed 1966)

Put your shadows together until they become one.

As is the piece behind it where a simple light projector is pointing at a wall with a whiteboard on it, next to it a box of felt tip pens. The idea is that you pose midway between light and board and so create a shadow silhouette and someone else draws round your shadow. Having had a go I can tell you that it turns out to be really challenging to hold a completely still pose long enough for someone else to draw round your silhouette…a comment on the restless movement and activity of us all, of life.

Grapefruit

During this period, Ono met and married US filmmaker Anthony Cox (born 1937). Between 1963 and 1967, Cox helped produce and promote Ono’s activities in Tokyo, New York and London.

Ono and Cox’s daughter, Kyoko, was born in Tokyo in 1963. During this time, Ono continued creating instructions and performed some of them in public. In 1964, she published Grapefruit through her own imprint, Wunternaum Press. It includes more than 200 instructions divided into five sections: music, painting, event, poetry and object. Each instruction is dated by the year of its conception, from 1953 to 1964.

Grapefruit is, apparently, considered a cornerstone of conceptual art so there is a fair bit of documentation around it, typescripts, notes etc, as well as a series of the actual instructions. These are very short, somewhere between a poem (not unlike the Japanese haiku in that they are designed to be meditated on. At the same time they are like very small musical scores, in that they are designed to be performed. Except that, being ‘conceptual’, many of them can only be performed in the mind. Which brings us back to the idea of a poem.

You can still buy Grapefruit online.

Records of interventions

there are records of lots and lots more interventions and activities, such as, in Tokyo during the 1964 Olympic Games, leaving random roses on cafe chairs, on the pavement , on parked mopeds. Or selling shards of broken milk bottles in Tokyo, each labelled with a date and time to represent a future morning.

Painting to Hammer a Nail (concept 1961, first realised 1966)

Another piece that visitors can interact with is hammering a nail into a board.

Hammer a nail into a mirror, a piece of glass, a canvas, wood or metal every morning.
Also, pick up a hair that came off when you combed in the morning and tie it around the hammered nail.
The painting ends when the surface is covered with nails.

This was the piece over which Ono and Lennon bonded. It was included in the exhibition ‘Unfinished Paintings & Objects by Yoko Ono’ held at the Indica Gallery in London in 1967. The gallery was a cultural hub run by artist John Dunbar, which attracted figures in the worlds of art, literature and popular music. Dunbar introduced Ono to Lennon who proceeded to offer her an imaginary five shillings to hammer an imaginary nail into the board. Ono later said, ‘I met a guy who plays the same game I played.’

With the entry of Lennon onto the scene everything changes. There are a few more independent pieces, such as the amusing Half-A-Room (1967), 29 domestic objects cut in half and painted white, which is recreated in its entirety here.

Installation view of ‘Half a Room’ at Yoko Ono: Music of the Mind at Tate Modern (photo by the author)

Or ‘Lion Wrapping Event’, a 26 minute film of wrapping one of the lions in Trafalgar Square in fabric. Or For ‘Promise Piece’ where she smashed a vase with a hammer, inviting audience members to take a piece and promise to return in 10 years to put it back together.

Or Film Number 4 (Bottoms) which edits together close-ups of 200 wobbly bare bottoms. In fact it feature the bottoms of lots of members of the London art scene of the time and features snatches of conversation between Ono and her then husband Anthony Cox.

The film was refused a certificate by the British Board of Film Censors and there’s photos of Ono protesting outside their offices, ‘It’s just part of the human anatomy, there’s nothing rude or sexy about them’ – the touching belief of 1960s idealists that getting naked would solve all the world’s problems from ending the war in Vietnam to abolishing sexism.

But the focus of the next few spaces is the John and Yoko collaboration which became such a big deal from about 1969 onwards.

The late 60s/early 70s peace and politics

A dream you dream alone is only a dream.
A dream you dream together is reality.

One area is devoted to their highly publicised peace projects. There’s a case showing how, on 15 June 1968, the couple planted acorns in the ruins of Coventry Cathedral – famously gutted by German bombing – one person facing east and one facing west to symbolise unity across the world.

In 1969, following their wedding on 20 March, the couple posted an acorn to 96 world leaders, asking each recipient to plant their own acorn for peace. The display case here includes formal replies from three leaders being the King of Malaysia, Prime Minister Golda Meir of Israel and the President of South Africa. They’re all polite but the South African president Jim Fouché wins by promising to plant the acorns on his farm. I wonder if they did. I wonder if they grew. I wonder if they’re still there.

Bed peace

One alcove is dominated by an hour-long film made of the couple’s famous publicity stunt, ‘Bed Peace’. The couple hired a room at the Amsterdam Hilton Hotel in March 1969, immediately after their wedding, and invited the world’s press to come and interview them, during which they, of course, promoted their cause of world peace.

Three months later they staged another bed-in at the Queen Elizabeth Hotel in Montreal from 26 May to 2 June and were more prepared this time. They made sure to be attended by celebrity fans and hangers-on and Lennon had written a song, which he performed live and was recorded, ‘Give Peace a Chance’. Tidied up in the studio and released, it quickly became an anthem of the huge anti-Vietnam War protest movement, being sung by a quarter of a million demonstrators against the Vietnam War in Washington, DC, on 15 November 1969.

In December the couple paid for billboards in 10 cities around the world which declared, in the national language, ‘War Is Over! If You Want It’ and there’s a striking photo of one of these on a billboard in Piccadilly Circus.

‘War is Over! (if you want it)’ poster on Shaftesbury Avenue 23 December 1969 as shown in Yoko Ono: Music of the Mind at Tate Modern (Photo by Evening Standard/Hulton Archive/Getty Images)

(I was struck not by the peace poster but by the cinema hoardings for the films ‘The Lion in Winter’ and ‘On Her Majesty’s Secret Service’ – great month for films!)

Two things:

  1. You can see how the concept and even the name Bed Piece follows on perfectly from all Ono’s previous concept pieces of the 1960s, being the performance of a simple concept (‘Get in bed and wish for peace. Invite the world’s press to watch you’)
  2. How Yoko was now operating in a completely different realm. These weren’t small exhibitions in out-of-the-way art galleries, but statements made in the full glare of the world’s media, this was a completely new stage.

This exhibition devotes an alcove to showing on a wall-sized screen the film which was made of the Montreal bed-in, ‘Bed peace’ (1969) a 16mm film lasting 1 hour 10 minutes, directed by John and Yoko and filmed by Nic Knowland. This appears to be available in its entirety online, so make your own mind up. As usual, seeing it projected on a whole wall is quite a lot more immersive and absorbing than watching it on a computer (or phone).

Yoko Ono’s music

Ono’s involvement with Lennon brought her into the orbit of the music business with mixed results. Previously she had been involved in highly avant-garde music making, working with the conceptual composer John Cage and his pianist David Tudor, staging performances which often included music, or the concept of music, or sounds of various kinds, and so on.

Now she was thrown into the orbit of maybe the most famous pop start in the world (jostling alongside Elvis and Bob Dylan).

The results are very mixed and surprisingly copious. Lennon created a pickup band in New York which they called the Plastic Ono Band which played gigs and benefits in New York at the end of the 1960s and early 70s. In lots of these Yoko added her trademark caterwauling-crying-screeching sounds which can be hard to listen to, especially when set in a fairly traditional rock context. As a student I had all the Lennon albums and couldn’t help skipping over Ono’s screechy bits. See if you can listen to this track all the way to the end. If you like it, there’s plenty more along the same lines.

There are headphones for visitors to listen to some of these concerts and in among the Plastic Ono tracks there’s a recording of her practicing for a gig with Ornette Coleman, the godfather of avant-garde jazz. Now this is interesting. Yoko makes vocal sounds and Coleman picks them up and echoes them on the soprano sax, with a band which is used to playing highly irregular improvised rhythms. I couldn’t help thinking that Ono’s entire approach to vocalising was best suited for this kind of avant-garde jazz setting rather than the limited formulas of rock music.

Anyway, that’s only the introduction, an appetiser, as it were to Ono’s musical career. Because the exhibition features an alcove whose wall is covered with old-fashioned LP covers of every album she’s ever made and it’s an impressive number, somewhere between 20 and 30 I’d guesstimate. The alcove contains seven or eight (very comfy) chairs each with headphones next to it and an interactive screen with a menu of all her albums and then of individual tracks (not every track – 3 or 4 from each album) and you are encouraged to make yourself comfortable and listen a selection of her music from the past 50 years.

Lennon retires

Probably most (middle-aged) people know the story that, after the breakup of the Beatles Lennon produced 6 solo albums but by the mid-1970s had had enough of the music business. Also Yoko finally gave birth after a series of miscarriage, to the boy they named Sean, in October 1975. So Lennon formally announced his retirement from the music business, turned his back on all of that and became a househusband in their New York apartment.

Double Fantasy

Again as most people probably know, Lennon then surprised everyone by, after five years of complete silence, suddenly releasing a brand new album of music in 1980, Double Fantasy.

Three points:

1. According to the Wikipedia article Lennon lacked confidence about the songs and arrangements, feeling he’d lost touch with the whole music scene. He was not wrong. As an ageing fan I was delighted by the appearance of Double Fantasy but it felt instantly nostalgic. It was music from another time, from the previous generation. Music fashions had continued to move as fast as they had in Lennon’s heyday in the 1960s, with glam rock flowering alongside disco, followed by punk, post-punk, synthpop and new Romanticism, and the new genres of Industrial and Goth being defined just as Lennon’s album was released.

It felt like a message from your mum and dad, from a happily married couple enjoying a second honeymoon – which was nice but nothing to do with the exciting young life you were leading. One of the critics called it ‘studio rock’, average material lifted by being performed by top session musicians and expertly produced and utterly soulless.

2. Double Fantasy carefully alternated songs by Lennon with tracks by Ono. Here’s a typical Ono track. Is she having an orgasm at the end?

3. The reason for dwelling on all this is that Double Fantasy is, in effect, the doorway, the gateway into the rest of Ono’s career and the ten or so albums which followed (as well as eight compilation and remix albums). Hence the wall covered in album covers, hence the chairs and headphones.

Yoko’s post-Lennon music career

I listened to a couple of tracks from the five or six albums following Double Wedding and didn’t like any of them. They all feature 1) heavy-handed over-production, with thumping drums and obsolete rock guitar of the worst kind; 2) her would-be poetic lyrics which are, in fact, tritely autobiographical – compare and contrast with any Dylan lyric; 3) her weak voice. If you like it, fine, but her music was never popular, in any sense.

Summary

The point is that for the first time in the exhibition, it felt like Yoko had fallen behind the times. In 1955, 1960 or 1965 she was out ahead of the curve, inventing ideas, methods, events, happenings, stagings, films and performances which stretched and defined the meaning of all those forms and of ‘concept art’. The peace activism with Lennon also set the tone of those last years of the 1960s, moved the avant-garde into the world of tabloid newspapers and TV, invented a new form of art-media-political performance and spectacle.

But by 1980 all that feels long over. And to focus on the music, she committed herself to the most deeply unexperimental, dead and dinosaur kind of Adult Orientated Rock, Dad Rock complete with thumping 1980s drums and air guitar solos. So unimaginative, uninnovative and unlistenable-to that I found the tracks I listened to were embarrassing.

But there’s no accounting for taste. I was astonished to read the curators’ take on her musical career.

Known for her ground-breaking early work and use of experimental vocalising techniques Ono is also recognised as one of the most prolific songwriters of the last century. This playlist highlight’s Ono’s output as a singer songwriter in more conventional pop-rock and electronic structures. It also includes collaborations with other musicians on remixes of her own music.

Then again, to be slightly cynical, this exhibition was obviously staged with Ono’s active support and maybe she sees her musical career as valid and important and worthwhile as her artistic work and so insisted it was included.

Hiatus and modern reprise

As far as I could tell there’s nothing here from most of the 1980s or 1990s. At some point in the 1970s the wave she’d helped to create and had surfed so skilfully from about 1955 to, maybe, 1975, hit the beach and expired. So, as far as I could tell, there’s a big chronological gap in the works here.

And then, in the final couple of exhibition spaces, Ono’s career revives with a new kind of work from the late 1990s. They are far fewer, bigger and far more professionally produced than the charmingly rackety, black and white, home-made experiments and happenings from the 60s and 70s.

They are recognisably high concept art works but executed with the high professional finish of advertising campaigns. Thus:

Helmets (Pieces of Sky)

Take a piece of the sky.
Know that we are all
Part of each other.

This consists of 15 or so World War Two German helmets suspended upside-down from the ceiling, and each one contains pieces from a jigsaw of blue sky and clouds. Visitors are encouraged to take a few pieces of the sky home with them. Personally, I’d have liked to make the jigsaw, asking other visitors who were interested to upend all the pieces onto the floor and then trying to make the sky together. But maybe a bit too subversive and participatory for more sleek and slick late-period Ono.

Helmets (Pieces of Sky) by Yoko Ono (2001) from ‘Between The Sky and My Head’ at Baltic Centre For Contemporary Art, Gateshead, 2008. Photo © Baltic Centre for Contemporary Art

There are some abstract paintings and a series of drawings she’s made in a kind of pointillist style, putting dots on paper as doodles which slowly take shape. They’re quite nice.

Add Colour (Refugee Boat) (concept 1960, execution 2024)

Just blue like the ocean.

By far the most dramatic piece is the entire room dedicated to the refugee boat. This was pure white and place in a nicely boat-sized room painted pure white when the exhibition opened. And there’s a table with a couple of trays of felt-tipped pens, white, blue and darker blue. And visitors are invited to draw or write whatever they want.

Before

‘Add Colour (Refugee Boat)’ by Yoko Ono at ‘Yoko Ono: Music of the Mind’ at Tate Modern, London, 2024. Photo by Reece Straw © Tate

After

‘Add Colour (Refugee Boat)’ by Yoko Ono (concept 1960, execution 2024) at ‘Yoko Ono: Music of the Mind’ at Tate Modern, London, 2024 (photo by the author)

As the curators put it:

Ono invites us to consider the impact collective action can have. The work encapsulates her belief in human agency and her understanding that ‘we are sharing this world’ and sharing our responsibility for it.

What struck me was rather different from this intention, which is how samey people are. For a start we’re all about the same height which explains why the band of wall about five feet high has been overwritten so much as to become an indecipherable sprawl of deep blue. If there are any individual messages there, they’re hard to read. More legible are things written or drawn ether lower down or, especially, higher up.

but people aren’t very original, either. As you can see the biggest single message is an enormous FREE PALESTINE and there are various other expressions of support for Gaza etc scrawled throughout. Then there are lots and lots of messages about love and hope and the planet and hope and love etc.

The problem with the notion of ‘human agency’ is that when you get a lot of these human agents together they generally behave in highly predictable and formulaic ways. That’s what the epidemiology or actuarial science, social media algorithms and AI are based on. I’m sorry to be the one to say it but all the evidence suggests that the notion of ‘human agency’ Ono is promoting is grossly over-rated.

My Mommy Is Beautiful (1997)

Write your thoughts of your mother.
Or pin a photograph of her to the canvas.

The same kind of participatory invitation is at play in the penultimate piece in the show, another invitation for visitors to write a message. So there’s a trestle table piled with cards, as for the Wish Tree, and a tray of pens, and we are invited to write a message or thought about our mothers and tape them to the wall which is, of course, absolutely festooned.

What the visitor doesn’t at first realise is that suspended from the ceiling in this space are a set of photographs of breasts and vulva.

Installation view of ‘My Mommy is Beautiful’ looking up at the photos suspended from the ceiling at Yoko Ono: Music of the Mind at Tate Modern (photo by the author)

Why?

Suspended at height, a series of photographs embody Ono’s humour and humanity. She comments: “One has to look up at the vagina and the breasts on the ceiling – rather like looking up at your mom’s body when you are a baby.”

Once again, as with the Wish Tree and Refugee Boat, the sentiments written by visitors are overwhelming predictable and sentimental (‘I love you Mum’, ‘I never appreciated you Mum’) alongside some occasionally impressive drawings. Purely as relief from the Clinton Cards cloying messages, I liked the one that read ‘My mother was a selfish bitch’, which felt like a rare bit of honesty and truth.

Whisper

If there was any doubt about the importance Ono gives to her musical career this is put to bed by the fact that the very last piece in the show is a music performance. It’s a ten-minute film of her performing at the Sydney Opera House on 17 November 2013. It doesn’t appear to be available online, which is a shame because it showed how the technology had caught up with her style. What I mean was that her voice was looped so whether breathing, sighing, moaning, wailing or screaming, she could play off the looped repetition of herself, and this was interesting (up to a point). Just her experimenting with her voice was good because it had range and variety.

However, go on YouTube and you can find loads of her performances in a rock context which, as I’ve explained, feel reactionary and backward-looking. In the past 50 years popular music has gone through an unbelievable series of fashions, changes and evolutions but not in Yokoworld. In Yokoworld it’s still 1971 and that’s why in something like this performance with her and John’s son Sean on guitar, it feels embarrassingly like watching someone’s home video. Embarrassingly bad…

Summary

This is an excellent exhibition which gives a really good overview of an amazing career. The first half of the show (1955 to 1967) is fascinating, funny, light and inspiring in a charmingly ramshackle home-made video, home publishing kind of way. All those Zen instructions are genuinely mind-opening and smiley.

The Lennon interlude is highly redolent of the late 60s, the Beatles late period and all of that, just as it all began to fall apart.

The wall of Ono albums you can, if you like, just read about and skip, unless you want to hear lots of 1980s AOR, all big shoulder pads and synth drums backing weedy voice and run-of-the-mill lyrics.

And then, after a big gap, there’s the final handful of works – the big ones like the helmets, ship and Mommy wall, and the more discreet series of drawings and paintings which are easy to overlook but quite nice…

What a life! What a career! But also what a fascinating review of the parabola of ‘art’ in the second half of the 20th century, from the genuine avant-garde staging of silly performances in dingy lofts and obscure galleries, then getting involved with the Swinging Sixties drugs and hedonism and fake revolution, then lingering on into the cocaine addiction and bad clothes of the depressed 70s, then justifiably falling silent and then…returning in the form of highly produced, highly finished, slick presentations.

Recognisably the same motivation and the same ‘political’ messages (peace, I love you all) but slickly packaged for the cable TV, then internet, and now social media ages. Clever, slick, virtue signalling which we have discovered, alas, changes nothing because it’s preaching to the converted – to like-minded liberal gallery goers who write ‘Help the refugees’ and ‘I love you mummy’ on gallery walls, while outside, in the real world…

In a way art galleries are safe spaces for certain kinds of like-minded, sentimental liberals who can huddle together and agree that, if only the world thought like us, it would be such a better place. But it isn’t. Trump. Putin. Xi Jinping.


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