Saturday, 29 November 2014


CONVOY is an artist-run exhibition space founded in October 2014 by Dexter Dymoke.

Based at APT in Deptford, it will feature a loose programme  presenting artists at all stages of their careers and working in all disciplines.  A consistent theme will be the pairing of sculpture and painting. The inaugural show is excellent, but runs for this weekend 29-30 Nov only. Here's my text for the show:



‘Numbered Days’, the first of a planned series of ‘sculptor plus painter’ two-handers set up by Dexter Dymoke in his studio-come-gallery space, brings together artists whose work plays on the differences between their adopted England, the rest of the world, and the images we construct of foreign places.  Blue Curry is from the Bahamas, where he still returns regularly, and finds that not only do Britons see his homeland through their expectations of a tropical paradise, but that Bahamians reinforce that by seeing themselves through that foreign perspective. Aglae Bassens’ identities are more mixed – ‘mongrel’ is her word: she’s half-French, half-Belgian, lived in Belgium and Sweden before moving to England, has often stayed with her parents in Istanbul and California, and has a studio in Turkey where she makes much of her work,

Blue Curry: Untitled
Curry makes sculpture by combining found elements, a practice which generates formal, cultural, narrative and emotional perspectives. The conjunctions he devises have often incorporated a contrast between everyday materials and more exotic possibilities: sun cream in a cement mixer, inter-linked combs set against sea blue background; flower vases with tropical shells.  The works at Convoy re-purpose tasselled T-shirts, and somewhat tastelessly colour-matched cheap watches, feathers and hair extensions, to give them what Curry sees as ‘the elevated status of art.’ That’s confirmed by their placement on plinths, albeit of transparent, unmuseological type.  Curry also seeks to transform these items through their combination and placement: they become a new kind of sculptural object, even though we can see what they’re made from. Gather a group, moreover, and they constitute a typology which hints at the ethnographic. That links to the cultural aspects: the shirts are beach wear, so suggesting holiday activities and playing - perhaps less explicitly here than in most of Curry’s work - with such questions as: what is the difference between the native and the exotic, given that the exotic in one place is always local in another?  And how do those categorisations affect the way we see things? In narrative terms, the Perspex plinths might stand in for bodies or for beach loungers on which the shirts and other items have been left, implying that the body in question is elsewhere - swimming, we might assume, but who knows?  I guess you have to take off feathers when you swim, but hair extensions? The narrative blurs… Emotionally, such components of an idyll seem naturally linked to the possibility of its loss. How long have those watches tracked their owners’ absence? 

Aglae Bassens: Cihangir Blues
Bassens says her paintings are inspired by states of flux. Some are works of observation and feeling directly generated from her travels; others explicitly stage such observations as art, confusing the boundary between reality and artifice: a painting may be propped up in the painting, for example, or appear as a screen on which a rope can be hung. Here she concentrates on the former mode, but the latter seems to lie only just behind what we see. Bowling Alley is a quintessential glimpse of Americana, but there’s also a reference to geometric abstraction and an implicit comparison between the actions of bowling and painting. Either way, we see no action, just the floor.  Cihangir Blues is another exercise in frustration.  It’s set in Istanbul, but any local colour is minimal, as we seemed to be looking into a window from outside (counter to the traditional trope of painting as a window looking out) – and we can see nothing, as a curtain is drawn.  The other paintings look more like the record of travels. So Long is the smallest, calling to mind the bored cruiser taking a snapshot.  Even here, though, the title suggests the melancholy reference to more than just the continual appearance and disappearance of the wake. And, of course, a wake can also be funereal.  Bassens’ bigger works tend to be looser, with more sense of the body’s movement.  Palm trees – as in the paradoxically vague silhouettes under a sky which hasn’t quite got to the top of West Coast – resonate with Curry’s subject matter, as they’re mundane in Los Angeles and much of the world, but still exotic enough for people to take notice in London.  

Aglae Bassens: West Coast 

Both artists – consistent with the near-anagram of ‘absence’ in ‘Bassens’ and the gloomy sub-meaning of ‘Blue’ – catch the way in which even the most enjoyable holiday is infected by the commonplaces of the home towards which it moves , just as what is novel there is commonplace if that’s your home. Yet there are flashes of beauty here, and why not? When else can we enjoy life but in numbered days? 

Aglae Bassens: So Long

Sunday, 23 November 2014



Photo Paris (13-17 November) was exceptionally crowded: all the better, perhaps, to look at work - at least - which contains no people, however many walk in front of it...

Paul Graham: Double Rainbow, Donegal, Ireland, 2013, at carlier | gebauer, Berlin

Given Paul Graham’s political concerns, his photos of Irish rainbows might suggest an after-storm epiphany for the end of The Troubles, or at least a meditation on the tempting illogicality of reading history into natural phenomena. Or has the US-based Briton merely hit on a subterfuge to enable creditable use of the beautiful but potentially over-sentimental themes of the rainbow, the pot of gold and its absence, the magic in such quotidiata as photography?

Taysir Batniji: Chambers, 2005 at Eric Dupont Gallery, Paris

Initially I saw no reason to be attracted to Taysir Batniji’s series of 23 colour photographs of unoccupied student rooms at the Ecole des Beaux-Arts in Mans, France. Yet the leaving behind of personal objects and traces in sparse semi-abandonment generates a definite aesthetic, a sense of intrusion into intimacy and an echo of other temporary states of existence which cannot but feel loaded when the photographer is Palestinian.

Sean Hemmerle: The Saddam Hussein Family Portrait, 2003 at Feroz Gallery, Bonn

Sean Hemmerle, who served in the U.S. Army (1984-1988), has documented the effects of war in New York, Afghanistan and Iraq. This unportrait photograph from after Hussein’s fall from power documents an attempted forgetting which has removed him and his family just as – and also quite differently from - how he himself engineered the removal of so many from their lives. If only it were as easy to eliminate the worst aspects of the past…

Penelope Umbrico: 5db0_1-2.jpg from Broken Sets / eBay 2008/2014 at Robert Koch Gallery, San Francisco

American artist Penelope Umbrico is known for culling unexpected sets of images from the Internet: her collection of suns will feature at the Photographer’s Gallery from 4 Dec- 28 Jan. The ‘Broken Sets’ of chromogenic prints on metallic paper show that mal-operative LCD TVs – being sold on eBay for their parts – do function to the point of illuminating the screen. In these unpictures, the failure of new technology folds into with the aesthetics of modernist abstraction in a match-up of utopian aspirations.

Stephen Shore: 4-Part Variation, 1969 at Museum of Modern Art, New York

MOMA showed recent photo-acquisitions in one of Paris Photo’s special exhibitions, including the black and white serialism of this grid of a car with four doors open by a photographer better known for his influential documentations of America. The same base photograph, but cropped in four different ways to alter how close we seem to it, appears 32 times in an 8x4 sequence which I found teasingly impossible to resolve into a regular pattern: if ‘1’ is the most distanced view, it goes 1 2 3 4 / 1 2 3 1 / 4 2 3 1 / 2 4 3 1, then repeats.

Putput: popsicles, 2012 at Galerie Esther Woerdehoff,Paris

Interdisciplinary Swiss/Danish artist duo Putput have made a cheerfully saturated series of scouring pads masquerading as ice lollies, on the one hand referencing classic product shots, on the other hand undermining the sales intent by the disfunctional result. That putput me in mind of how food is often rendered inedible in order to photograph it optimally; and of how someone has to do the domestic drudgery which facilitates children's enjoyment of treats…

Santeri Tuori: Sky 22, 2011-14 at Gallery Taik Persons, Berlin

The Helsinki School of photographers may be large and loose-knit, but they show well together. This example from Taik Persons' wide range of Finnish work is an immersively scaled (245 x 170cm) example from Santeri Tuori’s Sky Series. The luminously painterly appearance is attributable to the layering of black and white and colour photographs, so combining weathers and moments such that, in curator Jan-Erik Lundström’s words Tuori seems ‘to choreograph the disappearance of time’.

Yuriko Takagi : SEI @ Lazarew Gallery, Paris

As if 169 galleries were insufficient, November was ‘photo month’ throughout Paris, Out of that extra multitude, Tokyo photographer Yuriko Takagi caught my eye with her 28 black and white close-ups of buds. Not only do they become flowers before the act, full of convoluted sexual promise, but Takagi creates a surreal symbology by linking each to one of the 28 separate words which are apparently pronounced ‘SEI’ in Japanese. That sounds more than confusing, ranging as they do from 'prosperous' to death, world, correct, west, control, sincerity, hope and strength. 

Stéphane Couturier: Louis Vuitton Foundation for Creation under construction, 2014

Stéphane Couturier brings a distinctive colour and design sense to scenes of construction and transformation, often by laying one view over another. He showed well with Algerian scenes in Paris Photo. Yet, as he was born in the Paris suburb of Neuilly sur Seine, it seemed only right that he was chosen to document the development of the area’s new building, an ‘iceberg’ design by Frank Gehry which opened in late October, and is said to have cost Bernard Arnault over €100m.

Friday, 7 November 2014


Anna Atkins,Paris Arguta, c 1845
There will be mass Remembrance Day crowds for the ceramic poppies at the Tower of London this weekend. Spectacular and affecting as that may be, there’s a case for avoiding the crush in favour of exhibitions which appropriately capture the key poppy elements of elegy and multiplicity.


Thomas Mailaender: Cyanotypes @ the Ditto Gallery, 4 Benyon Rd - Haggerston  

Walead Beshty: A Partial Disassembling of an Invention Without a Future: Helter-Skelter and Random Notes in Which the Pulleys and Cogwheels Are Lying Around at Random All Over the Workbench @The Curve Gallery, Barbican to 8 Feb

Thomas Mailaender: Will Eat for Food, 2013

Cyanotypes are intrinsically evocative of the early period of photography. To recap, they are  made by placing objects (or transparencies)  on paper (or another porous surface) which has been coated with the UV-sensitive material potassium ferrocyanide. That’s dried in the dark, then exposed to sunlight and washed in water to fix the object’s silhouette – most famously the algae captured by Anna Atkins in the 1840's - against a cyan-blue ground. It’s hardly fashionable now, yet there are currently two London exhibitions of multiple cyanotype activity. 

Thomas Mailaender: Still from 'The Longest Cyanotype in the World'

At the recently opened Ditto Gallery, attached to a print works and publishing company, the French photographer Thomas Mailaender has used the longest roll of paper currently industrially produced – 10 x 1.5 metres - as the ground on which to make multiple cyanotype’s in a custom built dark room. A film of the process is shown alongside: it involved Mailaender placing transparencies from his own extensive and eccentric collection of found images on top of the paper, along with everyday detritus and tools from his studio: coins, nails, straws, light bulbs, rubber gloves, nails…. Thirty of the images cut out from that piece of paper make become most of the show. The effect is to make us look differently at  a pre-digital cache of quirky images by presenting them as faux historical artifacts and - indeed - what may become worthwhile future records of the digitally lost.
Beshty at The Curve

Meanwhile, Walead Beshty shows what becomes a 19th century-style panorama made up of some  7,000 cyanotypes at the Barbican’s consistently innovative Curve Gallery. Beshty's whole practice is about the relationship between forces - hence, for example, his sculptures of Fed-Ex Boxes showing the effects of transit. Here he set out to make a transparent self-generating depiction  of the mechanical and social relationships which brought this show into being: eleven months of studio activity in LA plus a month based in The Barbican while installing were caught in 12,000 cyanotypes made on and with all the paper items passing through Beshty's life - communications with museums, dealings with employees, junk mail, exhibition invites, newspapers, medical bills etc - and the objects he used or got left with - scissors, pens, broken items . He then set out to put this evidence of activity and waste product on the walls using two 'dumb rules': chronology, and fitting as many as possible into the space available. The result is a 7,000 cyanotype trace: a set of 41 books presents all 12,000 at 1:2 scale, and the untweetably long title comes from a proposed lecture which Hollis Frampton never gave, so representing a space of possibility.

Beshty at The Curve

Cerith Wyn Evans at the Serpentine Sackler Gallery to 9 Nov

Remembrance Sunday is the last day to see Cerith Wyn Evans' installation, which is appropriate as the note is acutely elegiac. He has summarised its effects as uniting ‘Site/Sight/Cite’: the site of the gallery, the perception of sight and the citation of references. The beautiful installation brings Wyn Evans’ ‘greatest hits’ together in concert:  elaborate retro-chandeliers limning and fading to evocative texts (here on Javan puppetry), broken versions of his incandescent columns, glass flutes which play themselves, and a neon text in soft white, here the longest I’ve ever seen, running all the way around the substantial space. There’s also a garden of amethyst and rotating shrubs, vertical lines of neon characterised as ‘leaning horizons’, various remnants of film-making equipment, and photographs taken by his father. 

All this convokes an intimate yet anonymous melancholy. Ian Hamilton Finlay comes to mind for how the dominance of the present is challenged by the active casting forward of the past, even as it is memorialised. There is the degree to which – perhaps as in any retrospective, but it feels especially strong here – the memory of Wyn Evans’s previous display of related works may be part of what we see: the broken columns of lighting trigger the intense flare of seven full columns in White Cube’s former electrical substation in 2010; the call and response of flutes took me back to those sounds against the backdrop of the sea at the De la Warr Pavilion, Bexhill in 2012.

Wyn Evans' aims seem close to Robbe-Grillet’s generation of atmosphere through intense surface scrutiny, though I don’t think you need to track the artist's engagement with history, philosophy, literature and film to pick up on this. The long text neon moves from descriptions of alternative light sources to a letter from a mother in which she ‘begs you to sacrifice yourself for your country’ – as if it weren’t too late. 


Oh, alright then....

Blood Swept Lands and Seas of Red sees 888,246 ceramic poppies planted in the Tower's moat, each poppy representing a British military fatality during World War I

Wednesday, 5 November 2014


Paul’s ART STUFF on a train # 80: ‘On Dashes’

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N.Dash: Installation with Untitled, 2014

Leaving hyphens to self-suffice, the dash is a longer mark, whether an em dash (—) or an en dash (–), as named for the length of a typeface’s upper-case M and lower-case n respectively. The latter can be distinguished in turn from N.Dash, the American artist with a mysterious first name – any rate, I don’t know it. It’s a neat tag, though, in the tradition (HD, JK Rowling, EL Brierley) of underplaying femaleness. Moreover, her practice is as quirky as her name and the punctuation it echoes. N is best known for her ‘pocket sculptures’ of manipulated and distressed scars of cloth and ‘commuter drawings’ in which she folds and strokes sheets of paper as she walks or rides trains, prior to covering them with graphite. That brings the intimacy of everyday life to her practice – and her reasoning is striking: ‘I love to draw, but I have a problematic relationship with the pencil, which I feel creates a distance between the hand and the piece itself… Making drawings through touch allows me to have direct contact with the paper’. At Pace (in an interesting show with John Giorno and Alfred Jensen to 15 Nov) Dash shows her paintings, also tactile, which use surface and support interchangeably and explore such materials as adobe, string and jute to yield a rather warm and grounded form of minimalism.

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N. Dash: Commuter March I, 2012

Most days art Critic Paul Carey-Kent spends hours on the train, traveling between his home in Southampton and his day job in London. Could he, we asked, jot down whatever came into his head?

Paul’s ART STUFF on a train # 79: ‘Battle of the Behemoths’

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Anselm Kiefer: ‘Winter Landscape’, 1970

London currently features something of a battle of the German behemoths. Anselm Kiefer is immense at the Royal Academy. He’s known, of course, for vast canvases dredging through history, having faced up to the past even in the early 60’s, when his fellow German artists tended to ignore it. The incorporation of soil, sunflowers, even submarines into the paintings, is as expected. And the huge sculptures, including Kiefer’s first ever externally located vitrine pieces, are less surprising than the watercolours which pair nudes with views of cathedrals from the France in which Kiefer has long lived. Here the monumental is restricted to the architecture, and the parallel between religious and sexual ecstacy. Marian Goodman has just opened her London outpost with several of Richter’s many streams of painting practice. Sigmar Polke takes centre stage at Tate Modern. Neo Rauch has half a dozen big paintings in the fascinating Brueghel-themed private selling exhibition ‘The Bad Shepherd’ at Christies Mayfair. Those four, along with Kippenberger and Baselitz are the big beasts. Jonas Burgert (born 1969) belongs to the next generation, but his carnivalesque apocalyptic scenes of mass confusion and strange beauty at Blain Southern hark back further: Bosch with the modern twist of fluorescent paint. ‘stück hirn blind’ spans a Kieferesque eight metres. When he works more simply, the disturbance remains: faces merge with animal headdresses, sculptures are bandanged, trees strapped to men, hands separated from their bodies.

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Jonas Bugert: installation view

Paul’s ART STUFF on a train # 78: ‘The Big Experience’

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William Tucker: Secret
The biggest work at Frieze – a 10 metre high blow-up of a cartoon figure by Kaws – was one of the worst, given that Paul McCarthy has already done better than what it aimed to do. It isn’t always bad to play with scale, but it does need an original impetus. Frieze had other trite examples, but what must be the heaviest show in London – Richard Serra at Gagosian – is one of the best. I also like William Tucker at Pangolin (to 29th Nov), who pushes monumental sculpture to the brink of lumpy abstraction. His bronzes are full of surface interest, and often at a scale which further slows recognition: it takes a while to see that the six foot long Secret is a hand – in fact it derives from a photograph of Tucker clutching the evidently inspirational Venus of Willendorf. Damien Hirst tends to get a bad press these days, and I go along with most of that. In Schizophrenogenesis (Paul Stolper Gallery to 15th Nov) though, he makes a simple idea work punchily by vastly enlarging his science vs death pharmaceutical pills ‘n’ packaging stream: that box could be a coffin, that syringe could harpoon a whale, those pills are more than meals in themselves. With the implication of greater impact from the medicine and buzzier highs, perhaps, from drugs, there’s a logic at work which takes this beyond the formulaic move of blowing the small up big.

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Damien Hirst in ‘Schizophrenogenesis’

Paul’s ART STUFF on a plane # 77: ‘After the Gallery?’

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Aidan McNiell’s ‘Core Crop No.341′, 2014, manipulates the London-based Canadian artist’s own large-format photograph of an English rose
As Frieze focuses attention on art as business, could there be a new model for the art market, one which places less emphasis on putting on exhibitions, relying rather on the Internet and Art Fairs to sell work? Maybe so, though we’re not there yet: for the most part the online market operates in a different commercial zone, and it’s a physical programme which secures entry to fairs. Yet there is a growing tendency for galleries not to simply close if that considerable commitment stops suiting them, but to embark on a different existence. Payne Shurvell, for example, having run a programme from Hewitt Street for 3.5 years from 2010, have subsequently used pop up spaces – as with Aidan McNiell’s show (to 29 November) at the Canadian High Commission. WW have sub-let most of their Hatton Garden space, but retained an office there from which to run such initiatives as their Solo Award leading to a show at the London Art Fair. And Bristol’s WORKS|PROJECTS, one of the leading – indeed, one of the few – commercial galleries outside of London, recently took an upbeat view of ‘moving forward to explore a more dynamic model than its past gallery-based programme, combining a series of strategic development initiatives with a peripatetic programme of exhibitions’. Those approaches have all evolved on the back of the credibility earned from running a more conventional space, but it will be interesting to see both whether they work, and – if they do – whether art businesses might be founded, rather than rebooted, on such models.

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Amba Sayal-Bennett won this year’s WW Solo Award: here’s ‘Cleo Contra-Auguste’, 2014: Drawing Projection, Tape, Paper, Celotex

Paul’s ART STUFF on a train # 76: ‘Turnering Away from London’

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Still from Duncan Campbell: ‘It for Others’, 2013

The vast majority of artists in Britain are based in, and show mostly in, London. Yet not only have most recent Turner Prize winners been from Glasgow, none of the 2014 contenders are based in London and only one of them is shortlisted for a show there – or, indeed, in Britain. The work is also homogenous this year: all four are concerned with reuse of material in rather original and transformational ways – and their exhibits are closer than in most years to the shows for which they were noominated. Tris Vonna-Michell (lives in Stockholm and Southend, nominated for a show in Brussels) has been recycling the same photographs and a text about his mother for ten years, exploring the capacity to make things fresh through presentational variation. James Richards (lives Berlin, showed in Venice) makes what you might call an abstract film by collaging representational images in a sensuous way which foreground the peripheral. The most surprising in terms of current artistic language, and the only one to show in the light, is Ciara Phillips (Glasgow, London): she is I think the first of the 130 artists shortlisted for the Turner Prize to date to specialise in printmaking. Her immersive installation plays language as sign, an acceptance of chance, and community involvement into 400 prints which feature many slight variations on a few base images. Duncan Campbell (Glasgow, Venice) ponders for an hour on the history of how objects become commodities. ‘It for Others’ ranges intricately from the western co-option of tribal art to Marx’s labour theory of value – shown via ballet – to a tabletop dance of consumer products. Ah, I see I have the shortlist in some sort of order…

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Ciara Phillips: ‘Things Shared’, 2014

Most days art Critic Paul Carey-Kent spends hours on the train, traveling between his home in Southampton and his day job in Surrey. Could he, we asked, jot down whatever came into his head?

Paul’s ART STUFF on a plane # 75: ‘Three Styles’

Or ' Red and Black and Women Part II...
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Nicolas de Staël: ‘Red and Black’, 1950

Philip Guston, Kazimir Malevich and John Piper occur to me as painters who started figuratively, switched to abstraction, then returned to a new mode of figuration. Theirs is a rare club (if not quite so rare as the abstract - figurative - abstract move of Ricahrd Diebenkorn and ...?), but one to which the Russian-born French artist Nicolas de Staël (say ‘Nicola der Stile’) might seek membership, judging by a revelatory show of his late nudes. Staël (1914-55) is famous for his early 50’s paintings, and for his dramatic plunge from the 11th floor of his apartment building in Antibes at only 41. The best-known example of Staël’s early figurative style is a portrait of his first wife, Jeannine Guillou, herself a talented painter. She died in 1946, and the widower married Françoise Chapouton. By then he was on the way to his most characteristic approach of building up slabs of impasto to interchangeable landscape and abstract effect. In 1952 he fell for Jeanne Mathieu, who ‘came with such strong harmonic qualities’ that she robbed him ‘of all the calm I need to complete my projects’. She was the model for most of the nudes in ‘La figure à nu’ at the Picasso Museum, Antibes. They range from the clotted to the lyrically direct as his last paintings became more fluid and figurative. There are also collages, charcoals and elegantly simple line drawings. But the artist’s depression was exacerbated by Jeanne’s refusal to leave her husband for him once he’d left his wife for her. The breaks aren’t so sharp as Malevich, Guston and Piper’s, but one could still say: three women, three Staëls…

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Nicolas de Staël: ‘Nu Couchee’, 1954

Paul’s ART STUFF on a plane # 74: ‘Thinking Inside the Box’

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Sacha Sosno: ‘Thinking Inside the Box’

Spending a week in Juan les Pins wasn’t meant as an art trip, but there’s plenty in the area between Cannes and Nice, including museums dedicated to Matisse, Picasso, Leger and Chagall. A less expected Riviera sighting is this 30 metre high square head, which houses the offices of the main public library in Nice and can lay claim – at least, by day – to being the world’s first inhabited sculpture. ‘Thinking Inside the Box’ was designed by Sacha Sosno (born 1937) a Marseille-born Latvian who got to know Matisse and Klein in the 50’s and has since specialised in public projects. It opened in 2002, and looks particularly good at night, when internal illumination allows a view through the covering of perforated aluminium. The public can’t get inside the several floors in the neck and head, but the extensive ground floor displays Sosno’s maquette (‘The Little Big Head’?) and a related work, in which an open volume stands in for a life-sized figure’s face – a literal version of ‘having your head buried in a book’ or maybe even ‘thinking inside the book’. The Bibliothèque Louis Nucéra is part of the same complex as the Museum of Modern and Contemporary Art (MAMAC), which has more Sosno and – in a complementary exhibition of sorts – an extensive retrospective of the Portuguese artist Julião Sarmento. His signature subject in explorations of memory and desire is a woman in a black dress: she recurs in fragmented forms, typically without a head, square or otherwise…

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Most days art Critic Paul Carey-Kent spends hours on the train, traveling between his home in Southampton and his day job in Surrey. Could he, we asked, jot down whatever came into his head?

ART STUFF on a train # 73: ’Red and Black and Women’

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Mary Kelly: ‘7 Days, March, 1972′, 2014 – compressed lint, framed, 76 x 58 cm

It would be hard to call it a face-off, but both Gilbert & George (‘Scapegoating Pictures for London’ at White Cube Bermondsey to 30th Sept) and Mary Kelly (‘On the Passage of a Few People through a Rather Brief Passage of Time’ at Pippy Houldsworth, to 4th Oct) tackle political subject matter through a graphic photo-based style in red, black and white.
The self-proclaimed living sculptures are in feisty form, play the role of realist visionaries to guide us through the religiously-infected hostility they see in society. Bomb-like ‘hippy crack’ canisters, collected from East End streets on which nitrous oxide provides a popular ‘high’, carry a menace consistent with how often the Gilbert & George are digitally masked, fragmented and skeletonised. That said, 60 images – mostly 8 feet high – become a wearying grab of almost all of White Cube’s Bermondsey flagship, and that’s without the other half of the series, which is in Paris. Kelly’s much more modest show also bears witness: its images are derived from her own magazine archive of such collectively formative events as an anti-abortion rally in 1972 and the Vietnam War. Women’s domestic labour underpins what we see, as image and text is made up from units of lint, which Kelly casts in the filter screen of a tumble dryer over hundreds of cycles. So far as I can recall, figures largely hidden by burkas are – together with the Queen – Gilbert and George’s first portrayals of women… but I’d go to the female behind the scenes first.

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Gilbert & George: ‘Body Poppers’, 2013 – 226 x 317 cm


Paul’s ART STUFF on a train # 72: ‘Five Generations’

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Ludovic-Rodo Pissarro: ‘Cinq Sacs à Mains’(‘Five Handbags’), c. 1907

There are a lot of galleries in London… And so it was that I found myself in Stern Pissarro for the first time last week, in what is its 50th anniversary year – this though it’s been hidden in plain sight at 66 St. James’s Street since 2009. You can see various secondary market works upstairs (Leger, Kees Van Dongen, Arman and AR Penck are current highlights) and a stock of paintings by the descendants of Pissarro downstairs – for, following David Stern’s marriage to Lélia Pissarro in 1988, a 19th century generalist dealership morphed into a business run largely by the family to show the family. Jacob Camille Pissarro (1830-1903) had five sons: and taught them, but not his two daughters, to paint. The gallery represents ten of the family, happily including three women from later generations, one of them Camille’s great granddaughter Lélia. The most striking work by his sons, judged by the current display, is that of his 4th: Ludovic-Rodolphe – or ‘Rodo’ – Pissarro (1879-1952) took inspiration from the night life in Montmartre in the decades leading to World War I, the effect being a more impressionist take on Toulouse-Lautrec. Like his father (who was here in 1870-1890) he spent time in London (1914-24). He did nothing to secure the workforce of what became the family business – none of Camille’s 16 grandchildren were Rodo’s – but he did labour for many years to produce the definitive catalogue of his father’s paintings, such as this view set a dozen miles outside Paris.

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Camille Pissarro: ‘Le Ru de Montbuisson, Louveciennes’, 1869

Most days art Critic Paul Carey-Kent spends hours on the train, traveling between his home in Southampton and his day job in Surrey. Could he, we asked, jot down whatever came into his head?

Paul’s ART STUFF on a train # 71: ‘Hurry along!’

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Olafur Eliasson: ‘Colour experiment no. 58′, 2014

It’s easy to find one doesn’t see much of our national institution’s permanent collections (they’re always there, what’s the rush?) and that can extend to the changing displays within them, even though they’re temporary. One might propose a paradoxical law: ‘the longer a show runs, the less likely you are to see it’ – because you don’t hurry and then it’s too late… Anyway, the Tates are good at such room-sized presentations. Sticking with the less fashionable Tate Britain, the big reason to visit is still the slapstick monumentalism of Phyllida Barlow’s dock (to 10 Oct), but I would also highlight three rooms from the many. The 15 paintings and 29 drawings which make up Lucien Freud’s collection of fellow Berlin-born Briton Frank Auerbach are a compelling sampler ahead of the latter’s coming Tate retrospective (from 9 Oct). Freud’s holdings contrast some spectacularly accreted 1960’s portraits of Estella Olive West (‘E.O.W’), with several luminously uncongealed later landscapes. The Clore Galleries contain Olafur Eliasson’s Turner colour experiments (to 25 Jan 2015), which isolate and record Turner’s use of light and colour in seven circular paintings. That will soon complement the major show of Late Turner (from 10 Sept). Downstairs back in the main building is Reception, Rupture and Return: The Model and the Life Room (to 19 April). That takes the model’s point of view in a survey of life drawing practice, including a focus on what they went on to do: Eileen Mayo (1904-94), for example, is the star of iconic paintings by the better-known women Laura Knight and Dod Procter, but also emerges as an interesting artist in her own right, with the perhaps unique distinction of emigrating to Australia (1952-62) and New Zealand (1962-94) and designing stamps for both countries. Hurry along! You’ve only got seven months!

                      PlatypusOneShillingStampByEileen Mayo Paul’s ART STUFF on a train # 71: ‘Hurry along!’

                     Eileen Mayo: Australian stamp, 1959

Most days art Critic Paul Carey-Kent spends hours on the train, traveling between his home in Southampton and his day job in Surrey. Could he, we asked, jot down whatever came into his head?

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I was in my leisure time Editor at Large of Art World magazine (which ran 2007-09) and now write freelance for such as Art Monthly, Frieze, Photomonitor, Elephant and Border Crossings. I have curated 20 shows during 2013-17 with more on the way. Going back a bit my main writing background is poetry. My day job is public sector financial management.