The Hepworth, names to take home.

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.

Exterior, Hepworth.

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 peopleAlexander Calder’s mobiles, Antoni Tàpies’ cloud or Ólafur Eliasson’s frozen BMW —

Olafur Eliasson's BMW H2R

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:

Maybe I will.


Breaching Experiments.

A new show opened at Site Gallery today by Finnish artist Pilvi Takala. It’s brilliantly observed work focusing on banal absurdism, mainly around rules, perceived rules and behaviour. It’s deeply funny and well worth popping into if you’re nearby.

Watch an excerpt of Takala’s The Real Snow White for an example of how she pokes things with a straight-faced stick.




Villages, towns and Magical Moomin Valley.

A brief tour diary from our rapid trip from Yorkshire to Merseyside and back again, taking in model villages, a family party and a visit to Moomin Valley.

Riding out tonight to case the promised land

Carsten Nicolai, unitxt. / Chromatologies.

Last week I went to the opening of Chromatologies, a new digital art/music festival curated by .snd in Rotherham. I’ve never been to that part of South Yorkshire before, it always seemed rough as hell. It is. The first thing you will see after arriving in Rotherham Central train station is a disused nightclub. A disused boat that hosts a disused nightclub.

I was nervous heading into Rotherham, and rounded up the muscle of a contemporary artist. Someone who could help me if hands were scrunched and shoulders haunched.

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