I have just retured from The Hepworth Gallery in Wakefield. It’s a wonderful modernist building, a temple to perfectly crafted form, holding brilliant sculptures and the odd painting.
I’ve never considered myself a fan of sculpture, but it keeps creeping up on me. The things that tend to stand out in my memory of gallery trips definitely fall under that banner, from Joan Miró’s people, Alexander Calder’s mobiles, Antoni Tàpies’ cloud or Ólafur Eliasson’s frozen BMW —
Ólafur Eliasson, BMW H2R. Photograph © Adam Schwabe.
As I’m not a ‘fan’ of sculpture, getting by on a surface of knowledge and a likes-what-I-likes approach, I found the Hepworth to be an excellent journey. It is very good at contextualising the work, through showing initial sketches, maquettes, series, contemporaries. I think exhibitions are always best when they show the artist’s working out.
There were plenty of piece to enjoy, but these are the works that I made a personal note to record and follow up on:
- Bernard Meadows, Study for Black Crab / Black Crab
- Frank Auerbach, E.O.W. Nude
- Markus Schinwald, Roberte
- John Stezaker, Mask Series
- Des Lawrence, Fay Wray: Obituary Portrait
- Huma Bhabha, Untitled (2009) series
Maybe I will.