What the fuck!? It gets weirder, it gets ever more pointless. Richard Wright's exhibition at the Gagosian on Davies Street (which finished last week so you've missed it) really doesn't make much sense at all. It's one small room, which I shared with a nonplussed invigilator, and a few abstract paintings, a few books (including Huxley's Doors of Perception) with abstract squiggles on them, and what appears to be a psychedelic gym locker.
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Phew! Was worried they'd missed that out. The Constructivist art of El Lissitzky and Alexander Rodchenko is great and I can see echoes of it in Wright's work but it's hardly on a par. There's not much I can say about it (that's why I'm leaning so heavily on the press release although I do, when it's pretentious enough, enjoy taking the piss out of press releases in these blogs). All I can really do is present it you.
Do you look at it and have thoughts about mythology, religion, literature, and psychoanalysis? You probably don't do you? You probably look at it, like I did, and think "what the fuck is this?". Somebody gets paid for making this stuff.
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