Monday, July 18, 2016
The recent press has been pre-occupied with the opening of the £20million extension to Tate Modern. Most of the press cuttings have remarked upon the disappointing artwork in a truly wonderful setting. Be that as it may, we are now approaching a situation where there are huge numbers of public venues in the west for showing contemporary art but no work of any merit to place in them. So the Tate has been forced to explore the widest diaspora.
The big exhibition to coincide has been the Georgia O'Keefe at Tate Modern. Inevitably the subject matter of her work is subject to much prurient speculation of little use when viewing the actual artwork. We do live in strange times, so the vacuous, empty aspects of her imagery provide room for speculation and misinterpretation. What is evident is that the artwork is not up to the hype, and there is little to distinguish it from poster art. Indeed her images of the desert are little more than advertising posters for mid-west holidays. They lack a sense of real visual engagement and are undemanding as images.
Posted by an-aesthetic at Monday, July 18, 2016