So Saturday, after going to the Postmans Park to take some pics i walked back across the river and over towards the Hayward Gallery. Outside of it i was greeted by this strange and large sculpture. The figure on the left is probably about 25 feet tall. Is it the Queen mopping up? Who knows....
Beside the Hayward Gallery which is in an evil brutalist concrete bunker, there was this charming food market, which was very busy despite abit of drizzle. I stopped and had a chicken and tarragon sausage on a toasted ciabatta bun with slaw. Yum.
There were two interesting shows on at the Hayward, a Cuban artist, Ana Mendieta and Dayanita Singh. Unfortunately no photography allowed. But i can say that the people looking at the exhibition were mostly stunned into silence for a change. You can see in the plaza in front of the Hayward how they've installed some colourful sculpture to try and offset the evil brutalist bunkerishness of it all. And where is the front door? Around the back of course. Tsk.
In the evening i went over to the Tate Modern after dinner, where i saw these ghostly birch trees outside the gallery.
Inside the Tate you can take all the pictures you want so here are a few of the things that struck me. Thomas Hirschhorn's use of packing tape and mannequin heads...
Chen Zhen's reconfiguration of a chair and some prayer beads.....
Pino Pascali's use of knitted steel wool.....
The way this unidentified woman stood in front of this Tracey Emin....
This very simple but powerful Philip Guston....
And finally, who can resist the intimacy and drama of a beautifully painted Francis Bacon portrait....
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