Beyond the Streets, now on display across all three floors at the Saatchi Gallery, is a vibrant exhibition, featuring the works of over 100 contemporary street artists, street art history, fashion, and immersive installations. This exhibition pays homage to monumental moments from the worlds of graffiti, street art, fashion, hip-hop, punk and rock and to the artists who have eternalised them, creating a revolutionary culture within the public sphere.

Graffiti is an art which is seen everywhere, it is rebellious in its nature, and is seen as a powerful form of art. Street art originated in ‘underground cultures’ like hip-hop, rhythm and blues, and the garage scene, and is heavily linked to urban cultures. In this comprehensive, exciting exhibition, each room is unique and displays various styles of street art, whilst commemorating pivotal moments in history which have led to shifts in culture, influencing art, fashion and the media. One of my favourite displays is from the works of Jamie Reid, a British artist and political activist, who co-founded the radical political magazine ‘Suburban Press’ in the 1970s. He is famously known for designing albums for the British punk-rock band, the Sex Pistols. The imagery he developed was revolutionary for the time as it broke barriers, famously with his ‘God save the Queen’ artwork. It is now a recognised, defining image in Britain.

As well as displaying iconic artwork such as this, the exhibition displays the works of artists we may not have heard of but have influenced the street art scene tremendously. Curated by graffiti historian, Roger Gatsman, Beyond the Streets is a visual masterpiece which highlights the impact of the everyday art around us. Alongside the brightly coloured walls of work, the exhibition has constructed record shops, a Ralph Lauren boutique store and Kenny Scharf’s Day-Glo room – all of which maximise the experience. On the opening day of the exhibition, Kenny Scharf took to the walls of the Saatchi Gallery and live painted one of his iconic images which you can see just outside of the room. It was truly brilliant to watch!

This exhibition is one which you must see before it’s gone. Each room displays a variety of art styles, which is bound to draw in people across all sections of society. The entire gallery has been transformed by the artists, quite unlike any other exhibition I have been to. It is a tribute to historic shifts in music, fashion and culture from the 60s onwards, and also to modern styles of art and culture. Supported by Adidas, across the gallery we also see a collection of streetwear and sneakers. I must also give a special mention to the work of HUSKMITNAVN, an anonymous graffiti artist known particularly for his colourful, retro-bubble characters. I found his distinct style of art captivating. I am sure that each person will discover a new artist who will captivate them in the same way. You can get entirely lost in this exhibition as there is a great deal to take in. On display until 9 May 2023, I would highly recommend paying a visit!

Review by Ridha Sheikh

Ridha is a volunteer writer for Abundant Art. She is a recent History and Politics graduate from Queen Mary – University of London. Ridha is excited to explore and share her strong passion for London’s art scene.

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Footnote:

Tickets and information: https://www.saatchigallery.com/exhibition/beyond_the_streets_london

BEYOND THE STREETS LONDON at Saatchi Gallery, London open 17 February – 9 May 2023. Tickets from £15. The exhibition headline supporter is adidas Originals. Support also provided by LA Tourism Boards and onefinestay.

Photo:
Saatchi Gallery London, presents BEYOND THE STREETS LONDON, 17 February – 9 May with headline supporter adidas
Originals (c) Matt Chung

Graceland sees Sabrina Wu expertly deliver an unfaltering 75-minute monologue at the Royal Court Theatre. 

Wu plays Nina, a young woman who shares her story almost directly to the audience. From her upbringing in her parents’ Chinese restaurant, to her experiences of friendship, love and abuse – we witness how one informs the other. Ava Wong Davies’ script alternates perfectly between the past and present, combining intimate moments of self-reflection with outbursts of frustration, as if Nina is conversing directly with her boyfriend. 

The crux of the story centres on a relationship Nina has recently left. Firstly, it seems like the perfect love story – their eyes meet across a garden at a friend’s barbecue, ketchup running down her chin – the encounter is awkward yet romantic. However, as abusive behaviours slowly seep in, things quickly fall apart. Nina reflects on the relationship and considers: perhaps the behaviours were always there, perhaps she just didn’t want to see it. The story explores important points around recognising emotional abuse and the lasting effects it has on those involved. 

Mydd Pharo’s set design compliments Wong Davies’ script and Wu’s performance perfectly – a minimal stage sits between two mounds of dirt. The stage simply contains an unmade bed, which Nina returns to regularly. Pharo places Nina directly in the trenches where she often, quite literally, battles her emotions – clenching mud in her hands, kicking and throwing it across the stage, pacing footprints as she moves. The lighting here is dramatic, yet intimate – superbly navigated by Jai Morjaria. 

Graceland asks interesting and urgent questions about love and abuse. Wu’s performance is captivating and the set design and lighting are impressive. The play’s exploration of the infiltration of abuse into seemingly ‘normal’ relationships is timely and sure to resonate with audiences.

Image: Graceland-Credit-Ali Wright

Review by Amy Melling 

Amy is a Curator and Creative Producer whose practice is centred around community-led arts projects. Her current research is focused on curatorial methods for exhibiting artworks outside. Amy has a keen interest in the arts and recently completed an MA in Curating and Collections at Chelsea College of Arts, UAL.

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Footnote:

Ava Wong Davies’s new play is directed by Anna Himali Howard with Izzy Rabey and was developed as part of an Introduction to Playwriting group at the Royal Court. Winner of the 2022 Ambassador Theatre Group Playwright’s Prize in association with Platform Presents. Graceland is a co-production with SISTER.

Tickets and further information is available here.

‘Akedah’ by Michael John O’Neill, Directed by Lucy Morrison

At once fascinating, amusing and mesmerising, Akedah balances weighty topics, sharp humour and intense character studies to create an absorbing psychological drama dealing with trauma and healing. Through the identities of two estranged sisters and the event of their unexpected and fraught reunion, themes from evangelical Christianity to childhood abuse are explored. This dark story flows without dragging and effortlessly draws you in as multiple layers are peeled away and years of suppressed emotion and complex history come to a head.

The absolutely remarkable Amy Molloy plays the live wire that is Gill, Kelly’s older (by 15 years) sister, who has acted as surrogate parent to Kelly as the two grew up in care with a coercive father and a mother who was an addict. Gill makes an unexpected visit home to the north coast of Northern Ireland after three years having not seen Kelly – who she seems to both loathe and adore in equal measure. Gill is shocked to find that eighteen year-old Kelly is unrecognisably changed, now part of the expanding Christian community, Harvest. This church community train their volunteers in ‘a verified therapeutic process’ in ‘seven modules’ (‘a certificate in talking shite’ as Gill sees it) and baptise their members in the wild sea on their doorstep – a poignant motif representing chaos to Gill but a symbol of God’s majesty for Kelly.

Layers of trauma and a lifetime of neglect have left Gill quivering at the prospect of another human’s touch, and terrified by noises and voices intruding in on her reclusive world – an isolated world maintained by a job as a cleaner in a huge office , ‘miles away from anywhere’. Kelly is equally dealing with trauma, but, at least on the surface level, she has found solace and a new sense of purpose in the church to propel her away from her painful childhood and towards a new life, or the promise of one.

Kelly, played by Ruby Campbell, provides a brilliantly desperate performance as she acts as the pivot about which Gill wildly spins. Whilst Kelly calms Gill down, she also unintentionally winds Gill up and pushes her limits. Tempting Gill with the promise of healing becomes Kelly’s obsession, and this obsession isn’t tempered until the excellent Mairead McKinley enters as Sarah, the sisters’ mother – a quietly composed but wounded woman, desperate to make peace with her daughter, Gill.

In their race to be healed, both sisters disagree on the other’s chosen means of surviving and dealing with their past, whilst taunting and tantalising each other in an attempt to coax the other back into their familiar world. Suddenly, the two do not share the same language or sense of identity anymore, and the play works well where it finds humour in the clash between Kelly’s new, self-aggrandizing Christian jargon and Gill’s down to earth mocking in response.

At its heart, this play explores Gill’s agony, as her only ally in the world seems to have become unrecognisable on her return home – their footing as sisters has disappeared as Kelly now lives in an alternative universe to Gill, with a new family and a new “home”.

The tone of psychological intensity, drama and unsettling obscurity is set from the beginning, as Gill’s opening moments take place behind translucent grey curtains. Paranoia shapes every word that passes through Gill’s mouth, and the soundscape cleverly mimics this fear by escalating the noise of Kelly’s pinging phone throughout the production – also a symbol for coercive control. When Gill is alone, this noise becomes unbearable and creates a visceral atmosphere of panic.

I am still thinking about the conviction and energy that Amy Molloy brings to the character of Gill, and how quickly she jumps from humorous to acutely distressed, and from a recoiling and defensive individual to an eccentric and expressive entertainer. Abrupt mood oscillations from Gill, as she swings like a pendulum from being propelled by fear to love, triggers each new wave of action and development in the sisters’ conversations, and ultimately drives the play forward. The sparse and grey set, with plastic stacking chairs and one plant, is reminiscent of an institutional setting or a liminal space like a waiting room, which chimes well with the theme of poor mental health and different types of constraint.

Hampstead Downstairs theatre specialises in new writing and definitely feels like a contemporary, fresh and exciting place, both conceptually and physically. The space is adapted for each new play and Akedah works effectively with the stage in the middle surrounded on two sides by tiered seating. This set-up creates an intense and intimate feel since the stage is surrounded by a small audience who are both close to the action and slightly elevated above it, whilst also facing each other like a mirror view – an interesting element for such an intensely psychological play. Akedah’s playwright, Michael John O’Neill, won the Bruntwood Prize Original New Voice Award in 2019; this is the premiere of his first full-length play, Akedah, and it’s not one to miss.

Image: Ruby Campbell and Amy Molloy in Akedah, credit Helen Murray.

Tickets: https://www.hampsteadtheatre.com/whats-on/2023/akedah/

Review by Lucy Evans 

Lucy’s passion for the arts began with drawing and painting at a young age and developed later on into a love of landscape painting and a degree in Art History, with a focus on Modernism and gender. Lucy has grown to love literature and acting in particular, and her experiences acting at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival have been formative, convincing her that performance can be an essential tool for communication and connection, as well as of course being a valuable source of entertainment.

Lucy’s latest review here Review: Linck & Mülhahn – Queer historical romance fizzles out after a gloriously fun first half, Hampstead Theatre until 4 March – Abundant Art

Footnote:

Lucy Morrison returns to Hampstead after The Animal Kingdom. An Associate Director at the Royal Court, her credits include This Is Not Who I Am, Scenes with girls and The Woods (Royal Court) and Little on the Inside (Almeida).

Large scale paintings; textured, vibrant and full of life. The Morgan Stanley Exhibition: Peter Doig, which recently opened at Courtauld Gallery, shows a small collection of works by the esteemed painter. 

The show is a reflection of Doig’s transition from his life in Trinidad, where he lived for 20 years, to London, where he has recently opened a studio. The exhibition presents paintings made in both locations, some of which were even started in Trinidad and reworked and completed in London. As such, the works are a glorious mix of nostalgia, memory, longing and melancholia. 

The exhibition showcases Doig’s distinctive style – figurative, substantial, with lots of texture and markings. Some of the works feel almost as if they are still in progress. Doig often paints from photographs, yet still allowing memory and imagination to influence his scenes. Of his paintings he says ‘I never try to create real spaces – only painted spaces’. However, the works feel very real – there is a sadness to them, the sense of a lost moment.

One work that stands out in the exhibition is Canal (2023), a scene depicting a young boy at the side of Regent’s Canal: fried eggs sit on a plate on the table and a boat glides by as dark skies loom over head. The exhibition literature reveals that this painting originated as a birthday card made for the artist’s son, reformed and enlarged up to it’s current state. Here, we see further examples of the artist’s inspiration and process.  

Peter Doig at the Courtauld Gallery is a must-see for anyone interested in contemporary figurative painting. The only downside being it’s scale – just two small rooms. A more comprehensive exhibition would allow audiences to fully immerse themselves in Doig’s unique practice. Despite this, the exhibition is a fascinating insight into the artist’s life – a beautiful reflection of change, place and reminiscence.

Peter Doig at Courtauld Gallery is sponsored by Morgan Stanley and supported by Kenneth C. Griffin, the Huo Family Foundation and the Art Mentor Foundation Lucerne. The exhibition is showing until 29th May, more information and tickets are available here.

Review by Amy Melling 

Amy is a Curator and Creative Producer whose practice is centred around community-led arts projects. Her current research is focused on curatorial methods for exhibiting artworks outside. Amy has a keen interest in the arts and recently completed an MA in Curating and Collections at Chelsea College of Arts, UAL.

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Simon Stone catapults his tragic, eponymous protagonist some two and a half millennia forward to the open plan home of a socially liberal middle class London family. Dads in expensive lycra, expensive bottles of red wine, and a wife’s frustration at her husband’s inability to call her anything but ‘babe’ furnish the set at the National Theatre’s Lyttelton, and the daily lives of Stone’s characters. Nevertheless, his take on Euripides’s Hippolytus is all Greek to me.

Phaedra is a member of Labour’s shadow cabinet named Helen (Janet McTeer). Her chaotic past visits her in the form of Sofiane (Assaad Bouab), the son of her former lover, who had died several decades previous while driving under the influence of drugs and alcohol in his native Morocco. The ending of Helen’s heady youth therefore coincided with that of her beloved Achraf. By the time we meet her she has long settled down with Hugo (Paul Chahidi), a polyglottal diplomat. Helen begins an ardent affair with Sofiane, in equal measures physical and romantic, before Sofiane forsakes her for her daughter Isolde (Mackenzie Davis), who is also married. Voice recordings which Achraf had left for Sofiane intersperse the narrative. (Believe it or not, I haven’t actually spoiled much.)

As did Seneca (1st century CE) and Racine (1677) in their adaptations of Euripides, Stone recentres the play on Phaedra, who is cursed by Aphrodite to love her stepson, rather than its object, Hippolytus. McTeer’s Helen is a captivating yet unlikeable hedonist. She leaves it unclear as to whether Helen’s destructive behaviour is a twofold demonstration of self-service and self-sabotage, or a pseudo-religious act of dedication to Achraf, whose death doubles as a secular deification. Bouab portrays Sofiane as the only presence of sincerity in modernity’s scramble, but other than his need to flee Morocco for political reasons, Stone does not flesh him out enough to know why he does what he does. The only suggestions are that he is either driven purely by desire or that he, like Helen, has deified his father, and – viewing Achraf’s voice recordings as a scripture of sorts – wishes to avenge him. Davis’s Isolde is borderline archetypical of a wealthy Londoner hot on social justice issues: her involvement with Sofiane mocks the hypocritical imperfection of the ‘woke’ stereotype instead of affording grace to a complex person.

Ironically, Stone’s development of the characters outside the love triangle is one of Phaedra’s highlights. Chahidi’s Hugo is charmingly inept, yet simultaneously the most charismatic and funny person on stage. His disappointment at his physique in running tights is so quotidian yet also poignant.  The affection between Isolde’s younger brother, Declan (Archie Barnes), and her husband, Eric (John MacMillan), is fantastically engineered. When Declan hears of their troubles, he hilariously rushes to be a shoulder for Eric to cry on. In tandem with Chahidi, the men’s fraternity strikes a pose of (mostly) positive masculinity that lends depth to the drama. Akiya Henry’s Omolara, another shadow cabinet member and a reimagining of the Greek chorus, reacts with appropriate shock to the tales from Helen’s affair. As a British-Nigerian and practising Christian, Omolara is both an outsider in Britain and Phaedra’s only representative of the Christian morality by which Middle England judges its metropolitan political class, but which that class rarely lives according to.

Phaedra’s greatest strengths and most glaring flaws lie in the fact that Stone has left its tragedy intact. He does not bring the Greek gods to our secular times, but without a higher power culpable for the intractable conflicts of sexual desire, the abject sadness of the events is far greater, and Helen’s ultimate death does not restore any cosmic order. However, while we recognise well the destructive power of burning love in the 21st century, some of the driving forces behind Phaedra feel shallow in a godless vacuum: why does Sofiane simultaneously pursue Helen and Isolde? Why, when faced with an ultimatum, does he choose Isolde over Helen? Why does Isolde, despite her outrage at Sofiane, begin a relationship with him in the knowledge that he has been sleeping with her mother? These questions remain inadequately answered.

Some of the questions Stone leaves us with result from slightly underdeveloped plots and characters; some are incisive. We learn nothing from Hugo suddenly speaking in Arabic to Sofiane, and the significance of Sofiane’s tepid observations on the relationship between coloniser and colonised are never elucidated. Equally, we never find out whether it is Sofiane’s design to inflict the same pain on Helen’s family which Helen inflicted on his own, nor do we know for sure whether Achraf’s car was sabotaged by Moroccan officials, as suggested by Helen, or crashed in the stupor of inebriation, as Sofiane believes.

Stone does not show us why humans continue to suffer at the hands of gods who don’t exist. Greek tragedy typically presents the complex and imperfect struggles of ignorant humans against the absolute, complete power of the gods; Stone’s Phaedra pits the modern supremacy of the individual against the grander narratives that try to fill the void left by religion.

Image : Assaad Bouab and Janet McTeer in Phaedra at the National Theatre. Photo by Johan Persson

Review by Cian Kinsella 

Cian is a Classics teacher and part-time pub quizmaster living in London who is primarily interested in music but is also interested in theatre, literature, and visual arts. He is particularly intrigued by the relationship between art, criticism, and the capital forces always at play. Furthermore, he believes that subjectivity – which is ultimately at the heart of all artistic and cultural criticism – should not be concealed, but probed and perhaps even celebrated. Who decides what we like? How do they construct widely held beliefs about what is good? These are two of the questions Cian looks to address.

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Information and Tickets Phaedra | National Theatre

With figurative painting back in the mainstream grain of today’s contemporary art scene, Alice Neel: Hot Off The Griddle comes at the most perfect time for its audience. The largest exhibition to date of Neel’s work in the UK is currently on view at the Barbican till the 21^st of May 2023.

Living through and for her art, her paintings housed the social, exemplifying a process of ongoing [outward and self-] repair. Neel kept inventing ways to deal with what we have, truly gleeful about the world she was living in, and through her work, she emphatically answered the question of what is it all for if it isn’t our humanity. What inhabits all her paintings as she delves into the complex realities of personhood, taking the mick out of our conversations and so-called societal vices; is that she utterly persisted to document all the people who found their way to belong to her world. Neel painted the world as it was. She found the usually evading comfort in her life in front of a canvas with lucid brushwork, taunt marks, and paint that could be peeled, and washed away to start again. All the marks, layers, and colours, made for a renewed candour, and stories of lives that finally felt seen.

Never working in a professional studio, the sitters came charged with luring, the stretched lines flood out of each canvas allowing the viewer to enter her living room/studio, empathising with those depicted. The body is forever going somewhere else, as Neel rips through expectations of the female nude, flesh to flesh in all its glory. This is most significantly done with Self Portrait [1980], Neel’s first self-portrait, which was composed at age 80. Paintbrush in hand, Neel is unflinching, so much so that she glows. This is a welcome riot painted with a stare filled to the brim, doubly directed right back and straight through you. Rigor and passion are entrenched, and the liberal cadence in applying paint to make her image remained for a whole generation.

Shadows uncovered and painting done recklessly, the material world is exposed and mirrored through her work, heaving in a state of flux as times changed around her. The traditional family portrait is revisited and reckoned with throughout the exhibition and her career, one of the most notable examples is the work The Spanish family [1943]. Drawn explicitly from the living, she paints her close friend with her three young children, the sister of Negrόn, an ex-partner. Neel and the sitter are placed as equals and held with compassion. All the hours spent with the sitter are wholly felt in the work. A documentary plays on a loop at the near close of the exhibition which invites us into a portrait sitting. At this point, we can just breathe, as we have invited ourselves to an intimate, honest, and tactile transaction – to witness a true rogue in action.

One of the rarest portraits on display is Andy Warhol [1970], the breath held, and tension are unmistakable, as Warhol’s wounds and stitches are made incurable in their visibility. Warhol was a man who was visceral in his displeasure of his own physical appearance, yet submits and generates valour to be painted by Neel. This especially in such a vulnerable and no holds barred manner, is but a testament to his own reverence and respect towards Neel.

Figurative painting was waning in popularity during the 20^th-century art scene, but as tenacious as Neel was, she kept on representing people in their rebecoming. Elated to heights far above, catering to the shifting spaces of the living room, the surrounding cityscapes of Greenwich village, Spanish Harlem, and Havana. The exhibition tours these eras of Neel’s life and works as they are inextricably entwined.  These held spaces are all drawn from the people, most decisively within the portraits of those who shared her political commitments, like the intellectual Harold Cruse and the chairman of the Communist Party, Gus Hall painted in 1981. Neel carried her political activism right to the end of her life.

Never afraid of the white space, of left behind canvas not done up by a paintbrush, of any such process behind the lines being seen. The paint rather ate through and was made boldly bare to us. Take the example of the paintings Wellesley Girls [1967] or The Family (John Gruen, Jane Wilson, and Julia) [1970], any empty space is somehow full. Full of painted skin, these portraits are painted under a halo, skin laid bare by the brushwork, skin with a greenish tinge, see-through and clammy skin, and skin that blends with the background walls and sofa. The sitter is not favoured by told-tale vanity depictions. The flesh-to-flesh touch only for a cold draft to come through.

Honey-soaked open eyes, with a gaze unmatched, Annie Sprinkle [1982] is a portrait of sex activist and performance artist Annie Sprinkle. Neel is always explicit in her values, affirming such through a portrait like Annie Sprinkle of fully embracing one’s own sexuality and for more societal freedoms. Alice Neel as she self-describes a collector of souls; is made unmistakable, this fact made each time more evident the more rooms you wade through in this show.

This is part of the war, with Alice Neel’s keen eyes, a card-carrying communist she truly endeavoured to make bold strokes for the revolutions and revelations which plagued and celebrated her people and her place called home.

Image: Alice NeelSelf-Portrait,1980© The Estate of Alice Neel. Courtesy The Estate of Alice Neel

Review by Devika Pararasasinghe

Devika is currently living and working in London, by trade an artist and snake oil salesperson. Devika graduated, last September with a research MFA at Ruskin School of Art, University of Oxford.

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Footnote:

Tickets and information Alice Neel: Hot Off The Griddle | Barbican

Exhibition Alice Neel: Hot Off The Griddle at Barbican Art Gallery is curated by Eleanor Nairne, assisted by Andrew de Brúnand Annabel Bai Jackson,and designed by Gatti Routh Rhodes with graphic design by Wolfe Hall.This exhibition was made possible with Art Fund support.The exhibition will tour to Munch, Oslo, from 2 September–26 November 2023, for more information visit:https://www.munchmuseet.no/om-oss/kontakt/Events

A dynamic programme of events will accompany the exhibition. Check the website for full listings as they are updated:http://www.barbican.org.uk/artgallery

A richly illustrated book Alice Neel: Hot Off The Griddle,edited by Eleanor Nairne, with essays by Eleanor Nairne, Hilton Als and poetry by Daisy Lafarge, accompanies the exhibition and is published by Prestel, March 2023 is available at the Barbican shop.

The Oyster Problem – By Orlando Figes, Director – Philip Wilson

The Oyster Problem follows Gustave Flaubert’s decline as he fights a disastrous case of writer’s block and lives in denial of his dangerously dwindling inheritance fund. Finally paying the price for his insatiable appetite for champagne and oysters, Flaubert struggles to accept that compromising his art may be the only way to save himself and his beloved niece from financial ruin. As Flaubert (Bob Barrett) and friends jarringly discuss their dislike for democracy, the threat of the ‘common herd’ and how money and market forces are corrupting the arts, ‘truth’ and ‘beauty’, an unmistakably romantic tone emerges, set against a backdrop of the late 1870s literary scene in Paris.

Jermyn Street theatre itself is a wonderfully intimate venue, which happens to work well for a production dominated by conversations around dinner tables and exchanges between close friends. The audience feel that they are part of these spirited discussions by virtue of being so close to the action.

The play feels a little too long at times, whilst being incredibly dense and wordy. Nevertheless, the rigour of the research evidently propping up the script and the precision of each line made Orlando Figes’s debut play admirable. The historical context is richly and thoughtfully created, unsurprising, since Figes is an esteemed Historian. It creates a vivid picture of the culture in which Flaubert and his friends lived. The trajectory of the play leaves the audience with a general impression of both the characters’ passion for the arts (as well as wine) and their grief as they see the world change.

In some sections where the pace dwindles and delivery feels self-conscious, one character stands out as strong, authentic and subtly amusing: the formidable George Sand (Norma Atallah). Sand’s no-nonsense approach and practical manner is a gasp of fresh air in comparison to Flaubert’s insistence that he wallow continuously in self-pity, perform self-aggrandizing speeches as a form of self-soothing and fight fictitious battles with imagined enemies. Sand promptly tells Flaubert to stop feeling sorry for himself and get to work. When Flaubert complains of a ‘sea of shit rising up the ivory tower’, she flatly replies that he will therefore just ‘have to learn to swim’.

Flaubert’s niece, Caroline Commanville (Rosalind Lailey), lives a life of self-sacrifice at the foot of her uncle’s pedestal, giving up her own significant talent as a painter for her uncle’s career as a writer.  However, moments of firm confrontation from Caroline hint at a steely will underpinning a polite and accommodating facade.

Heavily historical, dense and complete with actual props and a set, this play steers away from being “cool”, conceptual or contemporary, but it certainly stands out for its literary and biographical details and creates a rich and engaging context. By dramatising a biography of Flaubert’s later years, a sort of artistic manifesto for the writer is portrayed and his spirit, both inspiring and infuriating, is brought to life.

Image: Rosalind Lailey and Bob Barrett in The Oyster Problem, Photo by Steve Gregson

Review by Lucy Evans 

Lucy’s passion for the arts began with drawing and painting at a young age and developed later on into a love of landscape painting and a degree in Art History, with a focus on Modernism and gender. Lucy has grown to love literature and acting in particular, and her experiences acting at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival have been formative, convincing her that performance can be an essential tool for communication and connection, as well as of course being a valuable source of entertainment.

Read Lucy’s latest review here Review: Making Modernism at the RA-Covers a range of emotions and themes from four phenomenal women artists of the 20th century-ends 12th February – Abundant Art

Footnote:

Madame Bovary made Gustave Flaubert the most famous writer in Paris, but thanks to a bad publishing deal he’s barely earned enough cash for a croissant – let alone enough to indulge his appetite for oysters. In fact, he’s flat broke. His friends Emile Zola, Ivan Turgenev and George Sand beg him to dumb down his work for the masses, but Gustave isn’t compromising. There’s only one thing for it – Flaubert must find a job.

Orlando Figes makes his playwriting debut with this snapshot of Paris’s 19th Century literary superstars. Orlando unearthed a series of captivating letters between Flaubert and Turgenev while researching his hit book The Europeans. The discovery of those letters was the starting point for this hilarious, poignant look at one of the greatest writers, as his friends knew him. Philip Wilson directs this dramatised comedy of literary fiascos. 

Orlando Figes says

‘I wrote this play, my first, as a hobby and experiment to see if I was any good at writing plays. It came out of my work on The Europeans, which dealt with the meeting between art and money in the age of the railways. I fell in love with Flaubert, as an artist and a man, through his letters to Turgenev and George Sand, who clearly loved him too. Their correspondence gave me the idea and some of the conversations of the play, which I hope will entertain and make us think again about the artist in the modern world’. 

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Action, Gesture, Paint-Women Artists and Global Abstraction 1940–70

Abstract Expressionism is a movement that immediately evokes two things: New York and a select group of well-known male artists. The current exhibition at the Whitechapel Gallery, ‘Action, Gesture, Paint: Women Artists and Global Abstraction 1940-70’, turns this typically narrow understanding of the movement on its head. By presenting a varied and rich contribution that women artists from across the world made to the development of mid-century abstraction, it unapologetically seeks to widen how we imagine this key period in art history.

Regardless of how you believe we should approach or phrase this project of re-defining the canon, the fact that the Whitechapel brings light to it at all is ultimately important for it to be taken more seriously, more widely. However, the risk of such an overtly canon-challenging exhibition is perhaps that it could falsely be understood as single-handedly ‘sorting the problem’, when really the project is definitely less straight-forward than the exhibition might suggest.

The most impressive aspect of the exhibition is the sheer scale and diversity of artists that are on view. The artwork of 81 international women artists is presented across the different gallery spaces according to five thematic groupings. They are not sorted by time period or geography. Hence, one can for instance view the work of the Pakistani artist Nasreen Mohamedi side by side the Italian artist Carol Rama and draw interesting visual connections. Individual context is provided to the artists and the information is certainly interesting and educational, although the repetitive nature of learning about individual artists becomes slightly limiting after one has absorbed the central objective of the exhibition – yes, there are a lot of women artists about which we probably don’t know. Connections between artists of the same region, for example, between the Argentinian artists Marta Minujín and Sarah Grillo aren’t touched on. In this case, some attention towards common struggles and contexts to which Minujín and Grillo were exposed would open up the space for one to consider their unique artistic outputs with more seriousness and interest. Not only might an effort of this kind have enriched and aided a sense of historical importance towards the work presented, but I think it would have also helped the viewer to absorb the information about all of these new artists more easily.

In this vein, although the range of artists is impressive, it made me feel overwhelmed and disorientated, worried that I wasn’t giving attention to them all. The vague thematic categories such as ‘Being, Expression, Empathy’ arguably don’t provide the structure needed confronted with a plethora of new artists. The gallery space also feels crowded with art, which led me to sense, on behalf of the exhibition, an anxiety towards their gaol of demonstrating just how many women artists we have missed. Tightly grouped together, with no space to give the works prolonged attention, I can’t help but think how a Pollock and a Rothko would never be presented like this.

Almost too eager to present the forgotten women artists, without acknowledging how and why we’ve failed to consider them in the past, ignoring the nuanced and overlapping histories that makes them special in their own right, and not elevating them to the viewing standard one expects with great Abstract Expressionist art, I personally left the exhibition feeling like it didn’t manage to instil in art by women the legitimacy it deserves.

To study the contribution of women artists or, for that matter, any figures ignored by history, part of the programme has to make an effort to adopt fresh methodologies. If we blindly reveal something for it to only be re-inserted into the canon surely we’re missing the point. Against the backdrop of the recent launch of Katy Hassel’s award-winning book, The Story of Art Without Men, we need to be transparent about how much individual efforts such as these contribute towards the goal we are ultimately seeking to reach for art history. Clear on this, then please go and be impressed by a sea of great art that you may not have seen before!

Review by Michela Giachino

Since studying History of Art at The University of Oxford Michela has continued to pursue her interests in art and culture. She particularly enjoys considering how contemporary and historical art forms are presented to the wider public through exhibitions and viewings at art institutions. Michela’s favourite mediums include photography, film, painting and drawing, and she is always excited to learn about new art.

Image Credit – Damian Griffiths, Whitechapel Gallery

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Tickets and information Action, Gesture, Paint – Whitechapel Gallery

Footnote:

The exhibition features well-known artists associated with the Abstract Expressionism movement, including American artists Lee Krasner (1908-1984) and Helen Frankenthaler(1928 2011), alongside lesser-known figures such as Mozambican-Italian artist Bertina Lopes(1924-2012) and South Korean artist Wook-kyung Choi (1940-1985). More than half of the works have never before been on public display in the UK.

Treasures from the Hispanic Society Museum & Library

The narrative is hefty throughout this masterful exhibition, as an entire museum collection has journeyed all the way to the Royal Academy of Arts, a truly unmissable treasure haul from Manhattan’s Hispanic Society Museum and Library.

Giving away narrative, this exhibition is an expansive trail through the history of the Hispanic World, a coordinated sprawl that tales a chronological tour from 2400 BC, it is guided room by room all the way to the closing remarks of the founding of the Hispanic Society of America in 1904 which is followed by the Hispanic Society’s exhibition in 1909.

The first room opens to the ancient marble bust statues, though really feeling as if rendered out of wax and as if lit by candlelight from above. The craftsmanship exhibited, detailed in its crowned armour is equal measure utterly ostentatious and compliantly a requiem for a dream – and it couldn’t dare to be anything less. This presentation invites all-endeavoured rhetoric, an adventured spiritual through the trials, and emblazed iconography of ample vested objects, ornamented creatures, fresco cycles, silks, and paintings, to the very utilitarian pill jars and writing boxes. This feeds the full plane of my vision, but as a list feels almost innumerable to catalogue, and would only be a disservice to do so. The tin-glazed Earthenware with cobalt and lustre, marble-enamelled glass, manuscripts, and wood sculptures invariably in their display becomes a prized study of museology within its revered objecthood sorted for display in cabinets and frames. This true artisan and severe decorative skill, specifically around ceramics, was fostered and flourished in the 14^th and 15^th centuries. But dually go with equal consequence as a loss of authorship and place with many unknown artists and practitioners housing much of the rooms.

Displayed during the first quarter of the exhibition, the fluid intersection between the Christian, Jewish, and Islamic faith practices meant the religious iconography not only delved deep as a mediation on fellowship but conversed with great intention, penance, polyvocality, and piety. The rooms then follow to tour Colonial Latin America, its people, and places, – the traded world of Turkey, Bolivia, Mexico, Peru, and further. The varied catastrophic consequences are most evidently shown through these incomplete maps, the caustic hand of the cartographer’s line made this World Map [1526] displayed to our viewer’s eye as truly nothing but a map of fictions and dangerous falsehoods.

There are also many surprises, my own gaze changed when the work of the immaculate El Greco is present with Portrait Miniature of a Man c. [1586-90] as a work of oil on cardboard: the most delicate miniature of miniatures is painted on such a discretionary and forgetful material. A twin is found in the final room with Joaquin Sorolla’s installation plans [1911] and painting composites for Vison of Spain, which found a base on the very cardboard used to stiffen shirts from his NY laundry spot.

Andrea de Mena’s polychrome wood sculptures Mater Dolorosa [1675] and Ecce Homo [1675] never stall to evoke consumed suffering with the sculpture’s deep sunken eyes, the wounding entrenched. But not only do these polychrome woodworks get shown mirrored by indigenous artists, a pushed-back reflection on their stolen ground, on a beguiled smeary interconnectedness. These indigenous artists were employed to dress the decorative arts in the traditions of a certain Eurocentric style to satisfy European tastes. Take Manuel Chili’s The Four fates of Man: Death, Soul in Hell, Soul in Purgatory, Soul in Heaven [1775] as an example of an undimmed reciprocal, and more so rather a new language swapping out vowels in such rhythmic synchronicity. The objects are haptic. The painting The Wedding at Cana [1696] travels this notion further, by artist Nicolás de Correa as an irrevocable masterpiece inlaid with mother of pearl, – its eclipsed making broke the centre of my view in a room full of emboldened religious art.

A rare sight out of Manhattan but never really lulled out of view; the title image for this very exhibition, the nicknamed Black Duchess is in full view from another room with her forgiving salubrious eyes. Goya made her eyes simmer, and as at the midpoint of this exhibition’s journey, The Duchess of Alba [1797] writes in the sand before her ‘Solo Goya’ [Only Goya’] – is this an address for a calamitous submission or a wishful call of true love? Her rings seal the names, ‘Goya’ and ‘Alba’ respectively pointing favour to the latter of a glazed desire – but we’ll never really know. Open and fully promised expression, Zuloago’s paintings follow Goya’s tradition with works The Family of the Gypsy Bullfighter [1903], and Lucienne Bréval as Carmen [1908] glowing with warm tones of cadmium red, yellow ochre, and luminescent undertones blush of cadmium yellow light and phthalo-blue sear through the paint. This seals the development of new traditions of Spain in the coming 20^th Century.

Even under shallow focus, this exhibition is one for the calendar. This treasure elixir of a show confounds surprise objects, and author-unknown craftsmanship, with historical works from seemingly the full geological strata. This wholly sublime collection made willing for your viewership finds the Royal Academy as temporary turf until the 10^th of April 2023.

Image: Hermenegildo Anglada Camarasa, Girls of Burriana (Falleras), 1910-11, Oil on canvas, 166 x 208 cm, On loan from The Hispanic Society of America, New York, NY

Review by Devika Pararasasinghe

Devika is currently living and working in London, by trade an artist and snake oil salesperson. Devika graduated, last September with a research MFA at Ruskin School of Art, University of Oxford.

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For more information and tickets Spain and the Hispanic World | Exhibition | Royal Academy of Arts

Footnote:

Founded in New York in 1904, the Hispanic Society Museum & Library is home to the most extensive collection of Spanish art outside of Spain. Presented for the first time in the UK, it will offer visitors a chance to trace the great diversity of cultures and religions – from Celtic to Islamic, Jewish and Christian – that have shaped and enriched what we today understand as Spanish culture.

Supported by The Magic Trust, Crankstart Foundation and Ömer Koç, with additional support from the Embassy of Spain, London, and the Dr Lee MacCormick Edwards Charitable Foundation.

It is a delight to see the Kew Gardens’ Orchid Festival again this year within the familiar surroundings of Princess of Wales Conservatory. This year the festival is based on the inspiration of the biodiversity of Cameroon. One of those African countries which is not very well known, let alone the unique plant species. It is surprising to learn that in Ebo Forest in Cameroon, 14 new plant species have been discovered recently, but sadly a recording is made of over 75 species endangered, amongst them some rare orchids.

In the conservatory one is surrounded by, apart from the stunning orchids of all sizes and colours, with huge sculptures of wildlife of Cameroon in a native landscape. These objects are decorated with beautiful orchids and grasses. Amongst them the giraffe, peering down from above, beautified with the colourful and mesmerising orchids is truly eye-catching. The colours of the orchids so varied, and the patterns so intricate, that it is impossible to avoid amazement and spiritual contemplation!

The flora and fauna of Cameroon provide an amazing variety of plants to delight the senses. Along with this the designers have created an exquisite horticultural display which also leaves a lasting impression.

The entire exhibition comes together with vibrant colours, exquisite beauty as well as the lovely scents of orchids. Decorating the sculptures with plants – in this case mainly orchids- seems to be a developing art form which appeals to all age groups.

Image: Henck-Roling-in-house-florist-at-Kew-Gardens-at-the-Orchid-Festival-2023-c-RBG-Kew

Written by Betula Nelson, friend and generous supporter of Abundant Art

Footnote: 

Inspired by the biodiversity of Cameroon 

Horticultural displays and living plant sculptures throughout the Princess of Wales Conservatory  

Curated photography exhibition from Bikoka Art Project 

Showcase of RBG Kew’s collaborative scientific projects in Cameroon 

£1 entry for recipients of Universal Credit, Pension Credit and Legacy Benefits 

Supported by Cazenove Capital 

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