Monday, 22 November 2021

Keep Your Pecker Up:Dave S2.

"I fucked the whole thing up. I did it all backwards. Now I'm all alone with my rap verse. I can barely share a password" - Ally's Song, Lil Dicky.

The first season of Dave was one of the great televisual joys of last year from start to finish. Season two (BBC2/iPlayer) was equally worthwhile viewing but it took a lot longer to get there. The now famous Dave/Lil Dicky (Dave Burd) is finding that life at the top, or at least near the top, of the rap game is not all he imagined it to be.

He's split up with girlfriend Ally (Taylor Misiak), his apartment if full of ants, he's got worrying spots and rashes on his back, he's started being rude to his friends - through stress, he's jealous of the success of his former DJ and beatmaker Elz (Travis "Taco" Bennett), and, despite receiving offers from groupies, he's spending thousands on VR porn and getting his rocks off with electronic vibrating fake vaginas.

Worst of all, he's suffering from writer's block at just the time he's due to release his debut album, Penith, and at a time when his manager Mike (Andrew Santino) and his hype man GaTa (playing himself again) are relying on him for money and employment.

It's quite a grim look at the dark side of fame and, to begin with, season two of Dave doesn't go in too heavy with the jokes. Gross out seems to be more the order of the day as Dave spends a lost, and homoerotic, weekend with his new friend Benny Blanco (also playing himself), shoves things up his arse, and vomits on his ex-girlfriend's back.

There's an awkward, cringe inducing, episode in which Dave meets the 7'3" tall basketball legend Kareem Abdul-Jabbar and conducts an uncomfortable interview that touches on race and the co-opting of black lifestyles and imagery. It gets worse when Dave tries to impress his woke credentials on Abdul-Jabbar and worse still when the NBA's six times most valuable player (a record) gets locked in Dave's toilet.


And then it gets worse again. But halfway through I'd barely laughed. Luckily things then picked up. Both as regards laughter and genuine drama. When Dave and Elz play a bar mitzvah they get thrown out after asking the kids there which one of them has the biggest cock and when Dave boasts about once licking a hamster's pussy that comes back to haunt him too.

He's accused of performing cunnilingus on a marsupial and, quite rightly, insists that hamsters are rodents and not marsupials. It made me snigger. As did scenes with Dave's brilliant parents, Don (David Paymer) and Carol (Gina Hecht), who elevate bickering to an art form. Don, after being shown a photo of Doja Cat who Dave is expecting to meet via an elite dating app, is found in a cubicle with either pee, or more likely jizz, stains on his slacks.


Which he blames on jetlag! It's crude but it's effectively hilarious. As is Doja Cat's own sexting boast of having a pussy so 'fat' it could host a wedding. But it's not all rude jokes and gross set pieces about Dave's general hopelessness as an adult (he can't blow up balloons and he gets his mum to cut his sandwiches into triangles for him). There are touching moments too.

Some regarding mental health issues and some about Dave and Emma (Christine Ko is, again, brilliant) and their long history of friendship. Most moving of all is when Dave finally plays Mike the surprisingly tender, but still rude - of course, song he's written about his break-up with Ally. They fall silent as it plays until, of course, pathos is instantly turned to bathos with one of Dave's trademark inappropriate, and self-defensive, attempts at self-deprecation.

The series really hits its stride in the final few episodes which see Dave hallucinating in Rick Rubin's flotation tank and meeting a character actor called Biff Wiff ("look me up on IMDb, I'm a real guy"). There's good use of Miriam Makeba's Pata Pata and It's My House by Diana Ross and there are guest appearances from, as well as Doja Cat and Abdul-Jabbar, Lil Nas X, Rae Sremmurd, J Balvin, Kendall Jenner, Lil Yachty, and Desiigner.



Some come off better than others but all enter into Dave's world in the correct spirit. There's a few loose ends. A story about Mike signing prankster duo The Stone Twins as new clients (and GaTa's bete noires) seems to just peter out, the first episode in which Dave, GaTa, and Mike visit South Korea to make a video with K-pop star CL seems designed purely to sell the series to Eastern markets (though the song 'I Did A Shit In Korea' did make me chuckle), and the perfunctory mentions of BLM, #metoo, the climate crisis, R. Kelly, and cancel culture feel just that.

Perfunctory. But none of these things upset the flow of either the series Dave or the incredible, and individual, flow of his raps. Dave can be an idiot but his heart is always in the right place and you find yourself rooting for him even when he's being a bit of an arse. In The League of Gentlemen, deluded former glam rocker Les McQueen would often opine, after being let down by the other members of Creme Brulee once again, that "it's a shit business". Dave gets to see just how shit it is but yet his love for making music, as well as that for his friends and family, is so strong there's never a single moment you doubt he'll shine through.



Sunday, 21 November 2021

Free Glee!?!:- Joy @ the Wellcome Collection.

"Your joy is your sorrow unmasked" - On Joy and Sorrow, Kahlil Gilbran

The first sunny day of the year, the face of a small child opening a present, walks with friends, a pint or two in the pub with good company, the voice of Al Green, the guitar sounds of Orchestra Baobab, a Marina Hyde column, seeing Stewart Lee perform live, an ice cream in the park, a poppadpom dipped in mango chutney, going down the water slide at Plas Madoc Leisure Centre with my god-daughter, a Scrabble night with friends, a pub quiz, Skeptics events, a long train ride, someone smiling, a hug, heading out to a festival.

All of those things bring me joy and much of it. But the trouble with joy is that not everyone gets joy from the same things. Someone may find joy in a quiet night in with a book. Someone else may find it at a packed nightclub. I feel I am fortunate in that, at times, both of those things have brought me joy. But the definition of joy is different for different people and therefore putting a show together about that feeling, one of joy, is a lot trickier than it sounds.

Barry Lewis - Butlin's Holiday Camp in Skegness (1982/2021)

Though there were things in the show that undoubtedly brought me joy I have to say my main joy  of the day was seeing an old friend, Darren, going for a pint with him and having a nice veggie meal afterwards. The levels of joy the exhibition brought me were much lower than that and certainly not as high as the experiences I've outlined in my opening paragraph.

In fact the main joy of the show was using it, and specifically David Shrigley's contribution, to cajole Darren into coming up to London and spending the afternoon in my company. Having said that, the image of Butlin's Skegness, above, definitely brought me joy. Or at least elicited joyful memories of youthful holidays in the Butlin's of Minehead, Clacton, and, yes, Skegness.

Skegness was the best one because all my cousins came too. The Butlin's slogan, OUR TRUE INTENT IS ALL FOR YOUR DELIGHT, comes from Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream which would have been lost on me as a child but Butlin's was THE place. Monorails, outdoor swimming pools, adults getting drunk, kids eating sweets and skidding on the wooden dancefloors, and free fair rides all day long.

Free things can, of course, always aid joy and, fortunately, this exhibition (and the Wellcome Collection on the whole) is free to enter. Dancing too is free but dancing is something that, for me, is more fun to do than it is to watch. That's one of the reasons I don't watch 'Strictly'. That and the fact I live on my own and it seems a weird thing to watch on your own. Like baking shows and the like, the joy you get from these programmes is chatting with your family and friends as you watch them. Gogglebox haven't been knocking my door.

Harold Offeh - Joy In Our Tears (2020-1)

The people dancing in Harold Offeh's Joy In Our Tears, Offeh is one of four artists who have made specially commissioned pieces for this show, look like they're having fun but the video was THIRTY-TWO minutes long. Both me and Darren agreed that there were more joyful things we could spend half an hour doing; That was time lost in the pub we'd not get back.

Luckily, nothing else in Joy made such demands of our precious time. There was a fair bit of historical stuff of people doing joyful things in the olden days. Timothy Bobbin seems to be suggesting that joy can be found both in the pub (which I'd agree with) and in the schadenfreude of seeing someone else in pain (which I don't).

Timothy Bobbin - Weeping & Joy, in The Passions, Humorously, Delineated (1773)

For me, it's quite the opposite. I can find joy alone but a joy shared is not a joy halved but a joy enhanced. I love it when friends, old and new, join my walks. I love it when friends call for a chat. I love meeting up with friends for chips and drinks. I love it when my friends create and I love it when we get together to create.

That hardly makes me exceptional. Most people do find joy in others and joy in sharing. A question in this exhibition made me think about smiling. "Do we smile because we're happy ourselves or do we perform a smile to make others feel better?". Think about it. How much better do you feel if someone smiles at you. Think of a child turning round to pull faces at you on a bus and the happiness they get if you gurn back at them.

Smiles from strangers increase our wellbeing but, even more importantly, friendships underpin much of our emotional life. I feel hurt if a friend lets me down, badmouths me, or lies about me. Luckily, most of my friends are genuinely lovely and supportive people so that doesn't happen so often. One important thing to share with your friends is your hobbies, your interests, and your passions.

Darren and I like much of the same music, we both like going to the pub, we like very similar comedy, and we both like David Shrigley. I'd been worried there'd be a minimal contribution from him in this show and Darren would feel I'd dragged him away from his family under false pretenses. While Shrigley's contribution, in turns of hours put in to creating his work, always looks fairly minimal there were plenty here and some, if not all, of them were very good.

David Shrigley - Untitled (2020)

David Shrigley - Untitled (2020)

David Shrigley - Untitled (2020)

David Shrigley - Untitled (2020)

If you like Shrigley that is. Darren's wife Cheryl was very clear that she didn't and decided to give the day out a miss. You don't really need to explain Shrigley. It's all there as soon as you look at it but his wry observations on life can be amusing, they can be somewhat droll, and, when he really hits the spot, they can give you a new perspective.

Not just on joy but on life itself. Some of the other contributions to the show are a bit odd. An image of a young lady, in the mid nineteenth century, dancing a tarantella anyone? The tarantella is an Italian folk dance that women would do in an attempt to ward off fatigue and sickness after being bitten by a spider. The idea being that super quick, frenzied, dancing would dispel the venom from the body. The dancing, and the release of the venom, would surely be happy but being bitten by a poisonous spider would not bring me much joy.

Unknown maker - A young woman dancing the tarantella (c.1850)

Unknown maker - A Mevlevi, or whirling dervish, performing a ritual mystic dance (c.1850)

Dancing does seem to go with joy though. Feelings of release, of disinhibition, and, just maybe, a vertical expression of a horizontal desire. Gig goers dance, ravers dance, football fans dance, people have first dances at weddings. Other than Italian ladies who have been bitten by spiders, the people who take dancing most seriously appear to whirling dervishes. Or Mevlevis.

So of course there's one here. The idea is that by spinning round faster and faster, the dervish reaches such an ecstatic state that they feel at one with their God. It's not too different to dropping an E down the Ministry of Sound and it certainly sounds like a better way of having fun and experiencing joy than putting on a mask and sacrificing a goat to Bacchus.

P Lombard, after F Cleyn - Athenians wearing masks celebrate the vintage by dancing around a statue of Bacchus and sacrificing a goat to him (1654)

Though as this lot were Athenians, strictly speaking they should be using his Greek name. Dionysus. Which reminds us that another short cut to joy, at least temporary joy, comes via the bottle.

That's not something the Joy exhibition dwelt on but I have done quite a lot of personal research on the subject and no doubt will again. It's an ongoing project but my findings, so far, are that consumption of alcohol can indeed lead to happiness. Though it can also lead to ill health, problems with relationships, and depression.

Charles Darwin - The Expression of the Emotions in Man and Animals (1872)

On balance then, hardly the purest form of joy. At the Wellcome Collection they're more focused on how our brain perceives joy and there are sections devoted to wanting, liking, and satisfaction as well as an 1872 book by Charles Darwin in which he considered how humans expressed emotions facially. There's another, this time much shorter though not any more interesting, video by Harold Offeh of a man smiling while listening to Nat King Cole sing Charlie Chaplin's Smile, and there are a few more Shrigleys to bring a smile to your face.

Harold Offeh - Smile (2001)

David Shrigley - Untitled (2020)

David Shrigley - Untitled (2020)

David Shrigley - Untitled (2020)

Joy Labinjo - Family Portrait (2019)

There's a Joy Labinjo painting of a reasonably happy looking Nigerian family (to be honest, I think Joy made the cut in this exhibition simply because of her name), there's a great image of the Stockport Spider-Man who entertained children of that town during lockdown in spring 2020 - look at those kids at the window having their day brightened up by both the spectacle of it all and the sheer silliness, and there's a periodic table of emotions which looks good but which I had minor gripes with.

Phil Nobel - Stockport Spider-Man (2020)

Aidan Moseby - Sagacity:The Periodic Table of Emotions (2015/2021)

Aidan Moseby - Sagacity:The Periodic Table of Emotions (2015/2021)

Aidan Moseby's Sagacity:The Periodic Table of Emotions was compiled by looking at Twitter tweets that contained words describing emotions and then he made it into, yes, a periodic table. The colours are lovely and it's a great idea but there seem to be positive emotions on each flank and I think it'd have worked better if the 'journey' took us from happy to sad.

The next batch of Shrigleys were probably my favourite in the show. Why the snakes are in a good mood or life is like a bowl of noodles is never explained and nor do they need to be. It's food for thought, it's daft, and it doesn't detain you for very long.

David Shrigley - Untitled (2020)

David Shrigley - Untitled (2020)

David Shrigley - Untitled (2020)

It was like a palate cleanser before the driest section of the show. There's a drawing of a viscera in an Islamic encyclopaedia from 1632 (something to do with the link between intestinal and mental health), there's a frontispiece to a Christian tome from a couple of decades later in which love is held in check by reason and the passions are used correctly (boring), there's an old Chinese illustration of the heart - the ruler of all organs, and there's another small drawing intended to illustrate Aristotle's belief that senses are gateways of perception

They're all small and under perspex screens so they're hard to enjoy, hard to study, and hard to photograph. Then we're back with the last Shrigley selection and one that Darren found unimpressive. I wouldn't want them on my wall but I liked them. Who hasn't thought that 'just one kiss' might make their 'horrible' life better? Who hasn't been asked if they're having fun and not really been able to answer truthfully?

David Shrigley - Untitled (2020)

David Shrigley - Untitled (2020)

David Shrigley - Untitled (2020)

Admittedly, probably not when flying in a formation of fighter planes. There's just time for some designer cookbook adorned with rather basic, or in one case fairly nonsensical, slogans, an image of an Indian festival that celebrates the arrival of spring (always a joy - especially after a British winter), a peculiar Sam Jevon drawing where the dogs are bigger than owners in his 'Crazy Community' - one which I tried to resist describing as Lowry on acid (anything 'on acid' is such a cliche), and, best of all, some students making a smiley face to protest against the Vietnam war in Maryland in 1971.

Sister Corita Kent - International Dining with Spice Islands Cookbook (1963)

Sister Corita Kent - International Dining with Spice Islands Cookbook (1963)

Unknown Lucknow painter - Holi festival (19th century)

Sam Jevon - Crazy Community (2016)

Steve Budman - Smiley Face Protest, University of Maryland (1971)

It all looks very Wicker Man, very folk horror. Amalia Pica's commissioned Procession for eighteen is a riff on the placards we carry when we go on protests but instead of slogans or crude images of Donald Trump naked or David Cameron fucking a pig or something there are just abstract triangles of pure colour.

Then just as you leave the exhibition proper there is one last, surprise, installation. Stefanie Posavec's Updating Happiness makes use of all that data we so willingly provide to social media but this time puts it to good rather than nefarious use. There's some very complicated system she's used to colour and lay them all out but at heart it is, in very much the same way as I began this consideration, a list of things that bring people joy.

Funk music, chocolate biscuits, marmalade on toast, dipping chips in milkshakes, ravens (really? Imagine how excied they'd be if the saw a heron! Or a toucan! A flamingo! A peacock!), and farting under the duvet. Although that only truly brings joy if you're sharing a bed with someone and able to subject them to the ol' Dutch oven.

Strangely enough, this little list of joyful things was one of the most joyful things in the whole show. I liked the show even if it was a bit disjointed and sometimes felt a bit rambling and cobbled together. I can't say it brought me any more joy than many other exhibitions but exhibitions, alongside gigs, festivals, walks, and parties bring us together and being with friends, to me, is still the greatest joy of all.

Amalia Pica - Procession for eighteen (2020-21)

Stefanie Posavec - Updating Happiness (2021)

Stefanie Posavec - Updating Happiness (2021)

Stefanie Posavec - Updating Happiness (2021)

Stefanie Posavec - Updating Happiness (2021)

Stefanie Posavec - Updating Happiness (2021)

Stefanie Posavec - Updating Happiness (2021)

Thanks to Darren for joining me for this exhibition and even more so for his company both at the show and in the pubs of Kings Cross and at the delightful Mildred's vegetarian restaurant afterwards.


Friday, 19 November 2021

Painted Love:Mixing It Up @ the Hayward Gallery.

I really enjoyed my visit to the Hayward Gallery on Sunday. It's a fine, if somewhat unusual in design, art space as it is but when it's filled with so much great, often joyful, art it is a pleasure to visit. The fact it's usually a good excuse for a stroll along the South Bank and a riverside drink makes it even better. 

Even if, this time, I limited myself to a can of Coke with my omelette and chips in the Fishcotheque afterwards. I'd not had to travel far to visit the Hayward (a 63 bus there, another one back) but some of the artists displayed in their Mixing It Up exhibition had made much longer journeys. They came from Belgium, Canada, China, Colombia, Germany, Grenada, Iraq, South Africa, USA, Venezuela, Zambia, Zanzibar, and Zimbabwe.

As well as Birmingham, Bracknell, Bradford, Cardiff, Dundee, Edinburgh, Glasgow, and Swindon. As well as a handful from London itself. But all thirty-one contemporary painters live and work in the UK and Mixing It Up was a look at contemporary British painting in 2021. That's about all they have in common. 

Though as I think more about it, and as I wrote more about it, I started to notice themes in the show. Use of colour and allegory. They will become apparent as you read on. There are hyperrealist works, there are abstract works, there are faux-naive works, and there are works of considerable technical accomplishment. There are good works, there are great works, and there are one or two (but very few) bad works. I'll try not to dwell on them. As we're still in Covid times to a degree, there's an advised route for visitors to take in the exhibition and, for the most part, I tried to stick to this. My consideration will, more or less, do the same.

Lubaina Himid - The Captain and the Mate (2017-18)

Lubaina Himid - Her Print on Me (2017)

Up first, Zanzibar's Lubaina Himid. Now based in Preston, Himid's make wonderful use of colour but the bright outfits, seas, and skies of The Captain and the Mate belie that it's part of a series Himid has been making that explore an atrocity on board a 19c French slave ship. An outbreak of disease causing most of the captured, and soon to be enslaved, Africans on board (as well as some crew members) to go blind.

The looks in the eyes of the painting's protagonists, when observed closer, suggest something is not right and Himid wants us to think who we would be in this scenario and how incidents like this continue to affect the world today. Her Print on Me seems tamer and more domestic but, again, does this painting draw on power balances?

It's hard to say. But I know I like it. Sophie von Hellerman (born in Munich, based between London and Margate) uses colour in a much wispier way. Perfidious Albion is based on a story her grandmother told her about being chased by a British Spitfire plane during World War II and both that and Tropical Island are almost dreamlike.

Sophie von Hellermann - Perfidious Albion (2021)

Sophie von Hellermann - Tropical Island (2019)

Sophie von Hellermann - Hysteria (2020)

That's no accident. Von Hellermann aims to paint not just dreams but the way our dreams are conjured up by collections of stories, events, and memories. This is probably most apparent with the wraith like figure who appears to have knocked a chair over in some haunting episode in last year's Hysteria.

While Von Hellermann paints dreams, you could make a fair case for Mohammed Sami being a painter of nightmares. It's perhaps not surprising when you consider he was born in Baghdad, in 1984, and that his work is inspired, if that's even the right word, by the mayhem Iraq was thrown into following the US led invasion of 2003.

Mohammed Sami - Electric Chair I (2020)

Mohammed Sami - Refugee Camp (2020)

Mohammed Sami - Infection II (2021)

Alongside a refugee camp that resembles a dense, and perhaps impenetrable, forest there's a spidery painting called Infection II that could speak of the recent pandemic. But when you view the figure in the background, as if seen through a window, with one arm aloft it appears to be a person either in the process of executing somebody or, possibly, being executed.

They're both great paintings and both have unclear allegories - as with so much at Mixing It Up and so much in painting generally. Electric Chair I looks a bit more straightforward although that chair looks more like a throne than a chair on which you'd be put to death. It IS a throne but it is Saddam Hussein's throne so it's very likely the orders to put you to death came from that throne or, indeed, an office chair in the White House.

While Saddam Hussein, or George Bush and Tony Blair, ordered death from comfy chairs, other Iraqis, as we see in one of Sami's other paintings, used their chairs to bolt their doors shut, fearful for theirs and their families lives.

Lisa Brice, South African born but now working between London and Trinidad - alright for some, aims to reimagine 19c and 20c paintings of women in an attempt to liberate women from the male dominated art world and the male gaze. The intention here is to show the female sitters not posing but relaxing between poses. There's a lovely use of blue in the cat, the stepladder, and the stool used as a makeshift drinks table but if I didn't know this painting had been made with the aim of subverting my lurid gaze I may simply have ogled it luridly.

Lisa Brice - Smoke and Mirrors (2020)

Kudzanai-Violet Hwami -= Bira (2019)

Kudzanai Violet-Hwami - Family Portrait (2017)

The Zimbabwean born Kudzanai Violet-Hwami explores displacement and identity in his work. In Bira, a man in a Western business suit drinks from a traditional African vessel in front of map of 'Rhodesia' and Family Portrait suggests, with its amendments and scribbling out, a family torn asunder by crisis. Possibly the economic crisis that hit Zimbabwe so hard in recent years?

Again, it's hard to say. Many paintings in this show ask questions but few, if any, give answers. That's fine. That's art's job. That and, still, creating images that are pleasing, or interesting, to look at. Jonathan Wateridge, born in Lusaka but living and working in Norfolk, has certainly managed that. Couch was probably the most transfixing thing in the entire exhibition and yet all it shows is a young woman lying on the titular piece of furniture.

Jonathan Wateridge - Couch (2015-16)

But just look at how well made it is. I genuinely thought it was a photograph when I first approached it. For a start, it's such an everyday, even mundane, image to create. Secondly, the detail of the women's face, her top, the crease in the couch made by her elbow, and even the blinds. It's all utterly astonishing. 

Wateridge's other works could not live up to it but they're still pretty good. Patio belongs to the same hyperrealist school, although Wateridge is eager to explain that his images are constructed as meticulously as theatre set designs, and the more recent Night Swimmer is of a looser, more expressive, borderline Fauvist, style.

Jonathan Wateridge - Patio (2016)

Jonathan Wateridge - Night Swimmer (2020-21)

They're both good but Couch is the winner for me. They head nicely into Hurvin Anderson's bold offerings. Greensleeves features three trees from significant places in Anderson's life. There's a mango tree from Jamaica (where his parents were born and grew up), an apple tree from Birmingham (where he was born and grew up), and a pear tree to represent the area in South London where he has his studio.

I like trees and I like colour so there's lots there for me. But I think I prefer two of his other works. Ascent has splodges of purple and what looks like an orange tree and Camera Shake is concocted of stark yellow or golden lines in front of a doomy black background.

Hurvin Anderson - Greensleeves (2017)

Hurvin Anderson - Ascent (2019)

Hurvin Anderson - Camera Shake (2019)

What it all means I haven't a clue. But they look good. As does the work of the Grenadan born, Truro based, Denzil Forrester. Forrester has been making paintings in and around London's dub reggae scene since the eighties and Brixton Blue was even commissioned by TfL for Brixton tube station.

It's a good fit, too. It's got that vibrant feel that you get when you emerge from the underground into the beating heart of Brixton. There's a lovely use of angles and colour and it simply seems full of life.

Denzil Forrester -Brixton Blue (2018)

Denzil Forrester - Watering Hole (2019)

Caroline Coon - Rugged Defensive Play (2020)

Caroline Coon - Found Dead (2017)

Which could be said for one, if not both, of Caroline Coon's paintings shared here. There is much made of the 'erotic physicality of professional football as an intricate and ritualistic performance' with Rugged Defensive Play (that title!) here but there's also plenty of colour, and of life, too. Found Dead, as its title suggests, looks at a very different experience. 

But it's an equally good painting. There's something of the old fashioned horror film about it. Which could, quite plausibly, be applied to Peter Doig's Shadow too. Or maybe I just find lighthouses a bit creepy. Edinburgh born Doig has been based in Trinidad for two and a half decades and the Shadow of his painting is Winston Bailey (Shadow's his stage name), a revered calypsonian who died the year this painting was made.

Peter Doig - Shadow (2019)

Peter Doig - Night Bathers (2019)

So it's something of a tribute. Night Bathers could easily be set in Trinidad too and very likely is but Doig remains intentionally coy when asked about his work, preferring to leave the interpretation to the viewer. Which menas he fits in very well at Mixing It Up. For my money this is just a lovely coloured painting of people sunbathing on a glorious looking beach.

But at night. For some reason. Whatever. It looks good. Doig once sold a painting for $11,300,000 which was then a record for a living European painter. That's nice for him but there are many other artists in this show whose work I preferred to Doig's.

Allison Katz for one. The Montreal born Katz may make the sort of paintings that students like to hang on their walls but that's no reason to knock her. Monkeys, snowy rooftops, and the use of grains of rice all combine to make spectral, yet evocative, images that I would expect to be more popular than they are.

Allison Katz - Slippy (2017)

Allison Katz - Adult Services (2019)

Issy Wood - Study for nothing but time (2020)

Issy Wood - Untitled (Sighthounded) (2019)

Perhaps they are. But I didn't recognise her name. That was true of many artists on show at Mixing It Up. Including both Issy Wood (born North Carolina) and Caragh Thuring (Brussels). Sourced from auction catalogues, Wood makes use of china, antiques, and various other oddities to create her art and she often paints on velvet rather than canvas to create a feel of luxury.

It's one I didn't pick up on and although the big blue eye and dogs that reminded me of the optical illusion that is created if you stand to the side of Holbein's Ambassadors at the National Gallery her work didn't detain me for long and neither did Thuring's. Which, instead of velvet, are painted on linen and cotton. They're as ambiguous as anything you'd expect once you've got this far into the show but, by now, I was starting to pick and choose my favourites and, after Wateridge, Coon, and Forrester, Wood and Thuring fell a tiny bit short for me.

Caragh Thuring - The Fulfilment Guild (2021)

Caragh Thuring - I had it very fantastically arranged (2021)

Graham Little - Blue Bulb Lady (2019)

Graham Little - Untitled (Fox) (2017)

Graham Little too. Again, a good artist up against tough competition (not that it is a competition - except in my mind). Little's aim, I read, is to redirect our attention away from the human subject and on to the codependency of the objects around them. I'm not sure he's succeeded. The fox painting hasn't even got a human in it and though the blue of the bulb in Blue Bulb Lady is nicely rendered most people looking at that painting would say it's a portrait of a lady, not of her codependency with an admittedly rather fetching little light bulb.

I'd argue that Gareth Cadwallader, born in Swindon but based in London, does that a lot better. The fragile nature of the egg is enhanced by its precarious position on the table and the person handling it, you'd imagine, is keenly aware of how easy it would be for the egg to smash into pieces on the floor. That's closer to codependency and it's a an aesthetically pleasing image to boot.

Gareth Cadwallader - Egg (2017-18)

Louise Giovanelli- Cameo (2021)

Louise Giavonelli - Host (2021)

Louise Giovanelli is the only artist who has the distinction of having her artworks randomly dotted around the Hayward and, because this is roughly chronological, she's the only artist who gets the same treatment in this blog.

Cameo is based on a freeze frame from Alfred Hitchock's 1963 film The Birds. It shows the moment when Tippi Hedren falls prey to her avian aggressors. I'd have not guessed that, and I still have no idea what the pensive monk and his tonsure in Host represent, and to me it looks like one of those things you press your face into that have lots of metal bars and leave an impression of your face afterwards.

Despite, perhaps because, of that I rather like it. Lydia Blakeley is claimed to paint things that are often markers of a particular English identity. Animals. Dead fish and living cats. In all honesty, I don't have a lot to say about her work. It's not bad - but it's not great.

Lydia Blakeley - Assiette de Posson (2020)

Lydia Blakeley - Cat Flap (2020)

Andrew Pierre Hart - Blue night of a super moon (boss experiment) S1:e3 (2021)

Andrew Pierre Hart - The Listening Sweet (2020)

I definitely prefer the work that Andrew Pierre Hart and Tasha Amini. Both London born artists have something of the night, something dreamy, in their work. Though political claims are made for Pierre Hart's work I can't really see that. Instead, with both artists, I see a visual imagining of the liminal space we inhabit between being awake and being asleep.

Hypnagogic art for hypnagogic times. Tasha Animi's Sleep Relay (below) is perhaps the best, and an almost literal, example of this.

Tasha Amini - Sleep Relay (2019)

Tasha Amini - Outline (2021)

Daniel Sinsel - Untitled (2021)

Daniel Sinsel - Untitled (2020)

Next to them, Munich born Daniel Sinsel's untitled works look slight - but they are curious and engaging nonetheless. There's a suggestive aubergine, some visual illusion thing going on, and a sense of playfulness though the nods to Caravaggio are, to me, so obscure as to be invisible.

Vivien Zhang (born Beijing, lives and works in London) and Samara Scott (hailing from London, based in Dover, crikey - don't people move around?) both create colourful, eye catching, works. Zhang's algorithm designed stencils are, intentionally, not too hectic but Scott's work (which makes use of such unlikely materials as plastic, shampoo, sponge, toothpaste, hair gel, avocado oil, vaseline, toilet cleaner, mouth wash, and soap) are even better.

Vivien Zhang - Spring (2021)

Samara Scott - The Glades (2019)

Samara Scott - Flowers and Fruit (2021)

They're watery, they're translucent, and they've been installed in glass frames in which you can just about see through and out to London and the South Bank as well as catch a glimpse of your own reflection - should that appeal. I tried hard not to get myself in the photos but, clearly, failed.

Still, one can't be too precious when looking at an artwork that not only portrays but is actually made of an old pair of socks. Colombia born Oscar Murillo sticks to far more traditional media with his 'manifestations' (although he does include cut ups of old works he's made) and there's something of the abstract expressionist about him - although the curators insist the work should give us the sense of vibrancy and colour we get when attending a demonstration.

Oscar Murillo - manifestation (2019-20)

Oscar Murillo - manifestation (2019-20)

Rachel Jones - lick your teeth, they so clutch (2021)

Rachel Jones - lick your teeth, they so clutch (2021)

Not sure about that but I liked them anyway. As I did Rachel Jones and Jade Fadojutimi. This corner was clearly the non-figurative and abstract, messy abstract, section of the show. If these works are allegorical you'd need to be pretty perceptive to work out what about.

Never mind. Just enjoy the colours and the patterns. Jones's works, all called 'lick your teeth, they so clutch', are the largest in the entire show and she's on record as describing her paintings as things you 'feel' with your eyes. What appears abstract is, supposedly, multiple rows of teeth. Despite neither 'feeling' them with my eyes or being able to make out the teeth in them I liked them.

They so clutch. Whatever that means! Fajoutimi's at it too, when it comes to fancy ways of describing her work. She talks about painting as a place where you can 'bathe in the conversations between colour, texture, line, form, composition, rhythm, marks and disturbances' and once you've navigated yourself through that unappetising word salad and take in When Teddy Left and Cavernous Resistance you'll see that they are rather delightful. I thought of Op Art, I thought of Basquiat, and I even thought of stained glass windows.

Jade Fadojutimi - When Teddy Left (2017)

Jade Fadojutimi - Cavernous Resonance (2020)

Rose Wylie - Hold the Right Rail (2021)

Both Rose Wylie and Alvara Barrington I've written about before (Wylie twice and Barrington very recently when he showed at the South London Gallery a short walk from my home). Wylie's been going down in my estimation and Barrington up. Wylie's faux-naive style was quite joyful at first but now, to me, it feels like an end in itself rather than a means to an end. She's nearly ninety so I guess it's unlikely she's going to suddenly change direction but, I dunno, it feels a bit tired.

One of the more disappointing contributions to Mixing It Up. Caracas, Venezuela born Barrington likes to mix popular culture with high art and everyday materials so here he's given us his tribute to the late rapper DMX (who passed away earlier this year) as well as some pieces of wood with a rose painted on them in a very shitty, quite literally, shade of brown.

Alvaro Barrington - Stop Drop (2021)

Alvaro Barrington - A Rose for Rose (2021)

Louise Giavonelli - Wager (2021)

Merlin James - Untitled (for V) (2021)

Merlin James - Two Figures (2020)

I liked it. It stood out. Merlin James leads us out of abstraction, with the minimal scorched earth imagery of his Untitled (for V), and back into figuration, via Two Figures and, after yet another Louise Giovanelli curtain, Gabriella Boyd serves up what looks like either a very unwell person, an emaciated toad, or Mr Blobby with a fever lying in a hospital bed in an attempt to make a point about care services that is undone by looking too silly.

Louise Giavonelli - Praire (2021)

Gabriella Boyd - Blessing iii (2020)

Matthew Krishanu - Weapons (2021)

Matthew Krishanu - Two Boys on a Log (2019)

Matthew Krishanu - Boy and Mountains (Kashmir) (2020)

I much preferred Bradford born, London based, Matthew Krishanu's work. He's made a series of paintings, there were about six in total - just three reproduced in this account, that show two young brothers out on adventures in various locations. These paintings are as much about place as they are about person. They focus on scale, the enormity of nature, and the interaction we have as children, and sometimes lose as adults, when confronted with this wonderful world.

I loved them. Finally, Somaya Critchlow's paintings are most defnitely for adults and not for children. They look at a very different kind of nature. Using models from reality TV shows and the hip-hop scene, she's interested in how black/Black sexuality is depicted in society and I think what she's trying to do, to be honest the tits distracted me, is to make points, or at least meditate, on ownership of both imagery and of our bodies.

She's one of many starts of the show but for me, and yet again I know this is only a competition in my mind, the winners are Krishanu, Amini, Coon, Forrester, Sami, Hwami, and, top of them all - primarily for that amazing couch painting, Wateridge. I really enjoyed looking at the state of British painting today and I came away from the Hayward convinced that the brushes, canvases, and easels of the UK paint world are in good hands for another few decades at least yet.

Somaya Critchlow - Obligation II (2019)

Somaya Critchlow - Untitled (2020)