Saturday 2 January 2010

POP LIFE - TATE MODERN



Tate Modern - lunch with sister Annie - respite from Theo the outsize dog.


Drove up; I must learn to like the train. Really don't.


Not much traffic and not sure why I enjoy driving in the capital so much; I don't know anyone else who does.


Better check whether I need to pay congestion today - think not.


The exhibition "Pop Life - Art in a material world" was brilliant. Apart from the X-rated bits that is. I understand the artistic principle; but I find it mostly self-indulgent, unimaginative and narcissistic; which of course is part of the point.


http://www.tate.org.uk/modern/exhibitions/poplife/


it was worth going for Jeff Koons stainless steel bunny alone. (plus accompanying video of Macy's on Thanksgiving. I love NY)


Damien Hirst's new stuff was wondrous. That calf!


Still oscillating between loving and hating Tracey Emin. Do wish she could spell.
Barely any Sarah Lucas though. The most intelligent, subtle and least vulgar of the YBAs.


Coped with the dead horse OK, though wanted to sit on floor and cuddle it. By its teeth ( if they belonged to the horse) it wasn't that old. about 10 at most. Not bad feet - slightly boxy.
Didn't feel emotional or repulsed at all.
Probably because it was so beautifully presented.
Can't stop thinking about it now though - and the mystery of death in general.
Modern Art always has this effect on me.


No Chapmans nor G + G, phew.


The Andy Warhol artefacts were fascinating; more so than the bigger works, though it's good to see and be re-challenged by the familiar. Odd to think that Warhol and Dali were friends and almost-contemporaries.


Annie and I agreed that it was a better way to spend the afternoon than shopping. Though we did a bit of that too.


Food in the members' restaurant has really improved. Obviously someone has actually read my "helpful" letters.


Well - you just can't do a 10 room exhibition sustained by a mere shot glass of borscht and minimalist carapace of finely sliced vegetables adorned with the odd prawn.


as John Mortimer said "...Grey Tart calls for stamina." (Summers Lease).

Monster dog greeted me with beaming lickiness and much leaping and crashing.


Steeling self to walk it again tomorrow...

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