Two exhibitions at the British Museum
Then up comes Ruscha. Was I rattled by the Ruscha? (There's one for all the Pavement fans out there.)
Review #8 Mub’Art, Ghent
The last of our eating places of a very high quality weekend was the surprise package. To borrow from Rumsfeld (who seems strangely less crazy than once he did, that’s the power of 2016) Mort Subite was a known known, Belga Queen was a known unknown and Den Turk was an unknown known. Mub’Art, however,…
Korean Art in London
Seething, shimmering intensity at White Cube; quease-inducing kitsch propaganda at the BM. Both worth seeing.
Review #109 National Gallery Café, Trafalgar Square
All those stick balancing Yoda scroungers ,now transformed by the Magic of Christmas into rapacious aerial Santas, make a mockery of the imperial pomposity of the Square's original plan far more effectively than Shrigley's tragic waste of bronze could ever do.
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James Ensor at the RA
Much more interesting and surprising than the overblown yanks below, who seem the most humourless bunch of po-faced canvas wasters set against the deftly humorous savagery of Ensor and his confrères.
Zak Ové at Somerset House
A spectacular installation that holds a dialogue with an imperial past and a multi-cultural present.
James Capper at Vigo
In anticipation of the RA's colossal Abstract Expressionism down the road I'd recommend getting along to Vigo to see work which seems to have direct inspiration from some of those artists in its energy and its stripped down rawness.
Chichester and Arundel
Having spent a few days away from London I would normally have returned to my desk with a slew of reviews to do from the place that I’ve been. But on this occasion that isn’t the case as I was away for a conference of the Society for the Study of French History. So this…
Missoni in Bermondsey
Being confined to SE1 in many of my waking hours there have at least been two consolations this week. Borough Market of course is the destination of choice for lunch, even if it means having to walk past The London Bridge Experience and its shit-tackularly spectral shoite there and back. The other consolation this week has been…
Delacroix Days
Thoughts on Delacroix in London and Paris.
A London Journal 