Archives for August 2016

Work and travel kept me away from the opening weeks of the Tate Modern’s new extension, the Switch House.  Ten stories set atop The Tanks, the angular brick structure is dedicated to interactive art and video.  It opened to generally positive reviews , and invited members in for a preview ahead of the opening week last June.  This was my first chance to give it aa wander though, entering from the Turbine Hall and then up to Viewing Deck and back down level by level.

I can’t say I’m a fan of the new building.  The lowest levels are close concrete caves: dusky lighting, low ceilings, and industrial ambiance.  The exhibitions, corporate sponsorships, feel more like rough ideas than insightful art.  Posted signs warn that the staff will periodically enter to rearrange the blue scaffolds on the floor, emphasizing the rigid transience of the work.  Alcoves conceal flickering video screens, the sparse art overpowered by the heavy architectural elements.

The elevators were inadequate for the flow of visitors, often arriving full or passing completely.  Eventually we got up to the tenth-floor viewing deck, which is spectacular.  The wrap-around balcony gives wonderful views of the city, the river, and the adjacent £15 million+ apartments at Neo Bankside.  (Predictably, the gallery’s heeled neighbors are not too happy)

 

The floors beneath feel limited and claustrophobic: the slit wrap-around windows pull the spaces in rather than open them up in the Café and the Member’s Lounge.  There’s little space given over to showcasing art and, while I’m sure that the building will grow into it’s purpose, it doesn’t yet feel like an expansion for the museum’s collection.  It is more a working extension of its premises.

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Less time spent in the Switch House translated to more time spent among the sculptures of Mona Hatoum.  A Lebanese . Palestinian artist, she works with installations of everyday objects that play with light, sound, and space.  The Tate’s overview closes in a few days, but I was particularly charmed by her illuminated and motorized works.

 

 

A sand table that creates and erases grooves beneath a rotating arm (+ and –) was nicely executed, as were two works with intricate metal and tonal meshes around flickering lights (Light Sentence and Grater Divide).  Finally, the full-room high-voltage humming of Homebound was fun, both playful and lethal  in depicting domestic confinement and small-scale threat.

Georgia O’Keefe is an iconic twentieth century American artist, whose paintings are instantly and uniquely recognizable.  Robert Hughes characterized her as “a ‘natural’: not a naive or primitive painter by any means, but one who seemed to be instinctively in touch with the vibrations of the cosmos.”   I’ve visited her museum in Santa Fe, filled with simple, bold depictions of sensualized flowers, bleached bones and southwest landscapes.

The Tate Modern is hosting a retrospective of her work, on view through the end of October.  It’s themed as ‘A century of O’Keefe’, celebrating 100 years since her first gallery showing.  We spent a couple of hours exploring the thirteen rooms, nice for not focusing on the expected canvases.  Although there were a few of her recognizable blooms, most of the exhibition has early works that  anticipate the well-known paintings, showing how her methods and vision developed in the early decades of her work.

It also holds a number of photographs by her husband, Alfred Stieglitz, that range from insightful (the portrait of her hands, above) to embarrassing (I can imagine him reassuring her that nobody would ever see the bedroom photographs as they were being taken).

I really liked her early abstract work in charcoal.  When I took still-life classes, they were very geometric exercises, gridding off spaces and squaring off angles.  Life drawing, in contrast, was all arcs and curves and living shadows: infinitely more appealing.  I see that feeling in works  like No. 12 Special, right.

 

 

The organic exploration of edge, contrast and shadow continued through her early watercolours (Pink and Blue Mouuntain) and oils (Abstraction Blue), which almost foreshadow later flowers.  Abstraction – Alexius and Grey Lines with Black, Blue and Yellow were also really striking close up.

 

The early landscape paintings were nighttime urban canyons , New York rather than Santa Fe.  The liquid clouds and reflections of the moon in the lights are a nice unifying feature, repeated as she works through the ideas.

The  realism gave way to full abstraction, soft and pillow-y, full of currents and storms.

 

And it’s easy to see it all coming together as she discovered the desert Southwest.

 

It’s a lovely show to spend time browsing the works, connecting the styles, and reflecting on her career.  And, in the end, I didn’t really miss the flowers.

‘a bit like seeing beyond the wall of yellow sunflowers  in the van Gogh museum as well