Yesterday I spent the day in London at the Tate Modern, a converted power station opposite the City of London. Most of the building is empty space which is probably the best metphor for much of the artistic endeavours held within.
It is supposed to be one of the most popular or visited art galleries in the world. Whether that is true or not I cannot say but it certainly was busy yesterday. The purpose of the visit was to see the Henri Matisse exhibition – The Cut Outs. This was supposed to be a once in a generation exhibition and I’m sure it was. However, as Matisse works so well known the whole thing felt under whelming. The purpose of such exhibitions is to educate you on the artists work and I’m sure if the gallery was empty then this would be the case, however it was packed and so, for me, the whole thing lost any of its passion.
A far far better exhibition to visit, if only because there was hardly anyone there, was the fascinating extensive retrospective Malevich – Revolutionary Russian Art. This explores the life and time of the artist and the chilling effects of totalitarianism on art. A much better exhibition all around compared to the hype that was Cut Outs.