Gosh has been a while, well what with all the happenings in art land what else would you expect an Arttart to be doing but some art tarting! This came in true form at the over flowing Ian Monroe opening at H of V the other week. Wow the boy has truly come on leaps and bounds in lino expression but he still needed his father to describe his work to some more conceptually challenged invitees. A few of the clan snuck along to the after party on South Molton St and had a smashing time while the free bar lasted.
The undeterred art cattle, crowded out Vic Miro last Saturday for her photography show. What a heave hoe of circus acts was had, as people tried to get up the narrow staircase. Unfortunately the bar had run dry by the time I arrived but the glossy photographs by a plethora of artists sure made up for it. Arttart's advice of the week; skip the Turks at the RA unless you have a relative that you can't bare to converse with, then this would while away a few hours perfectly!
A reminder came last week in the form of the 1st RCA interim shows, of the trillions of art students that are bequeathed onto the art world. However the snotty nosed brats seemed to have conjured up some talent in the form of quite a few photographer's, watch this space! Last Wednesday was a riveting experience with bombing up and down regents street between Sadie Cole HQ for the over endorsed painter who should pay more attention to her amazing drawing skills and then the humorous video work by artist Doug Fishbone at Program. I then had to head down Farringdon way for the 30th birthday celebrations of a one near and dear at St John's only to be followed by a jamboree of Sadie Coles artists, the list of attendees read like the turner prize nominations. Juergen babbled away as Johnnie Shand Kydd not only hot footed it over from the gallery but then seemed to hot foot it around the restaurant from table to table, does that man not know any other eateries to frequent?
My week came to a close with the pv hopping that would put any Arttart to shame. Space twotentwo displayed the amazing ink drawings of John Walter whereas next door at Numbers gallery quite literally collaged what looked like a bunch of college drop outs together, it's all about Walter Benjamin don't you know! Vilma Gold was unfortunately postponed due to the artwork being shipped to the wrong city and well I just didn't have the energy for White Cube, so Ed Templeton at Modern Art got all my attention for his autobiographically slant on the skater community comprising culture and lewd behaviour in the form of mismash photographic, water colour painting installation. This week and the next there are some true corker openings. Anthony Caro at Tate B along with the first of three exhibs at Saatchi of his painting acquisitions. An attempt is being made to hijack me to some Burlesque night but I think I will have to refrain to keep my strength up for MW Projects tonight, Louise Bourgeois at Hauser and Wirth, then the Sleazenation re-launch shin dig and Gavin Turk's party. Come Saturday, am not sure I will have the energy for some Sketch canapés, oh well maybe if I force myself!
Arttart logging off
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