I have recently started following the Sequins and Cherry Blossom blog which talks about Japanese related events in London, and it was thanks to a post there a couple of weeks ago that I heard about the exhibition of Kusama works at the Victoria Miro gallery. Since seeing the Kusama show at the Tate early last year, I’ve thought a lot about her work, especially the compulsive covering of surfaces with dots, and the endless repetition evident all of her work.
The remarkable thing about the new work on display, is that it is all about love and happiness, and it’s a life affirming message from someone in her 80s who has had a life not without difficulties. There are bright sculptures, made of stuffed material shapes, painted in contrasting tones with the signature dots and eyes; their pointy edges and spottiness made me smile. They did, as the gallery notes suggested, look as if they had jumped out of the accompanying canvases, making their forms three dimensional and dancing across the floor.
From there, maintaining the Japanese flavour, we headed down to Craft Central in Clerkenwell to see The Cloud Leopard by Nahoko Kojima. It is an incredibly intricate piece of work. Cut from a single sheet of black paper and suspended from the ceiling it gives an extraordinary impression of a big cat creeping across the air. From some angles the lines from which it is suspended are invisible, and it looks like it is floating. How the artist managed to work on a two dimensional sheet of paper, which when suspended creates a coherent three dimensional shame is a wonder.
The artist apparently currently has a life size polar bear as her work in progress to be revealed later this year. I shall certainly be looking out for it.
The morning’s outings were complete with a lunchtime concert of chamber works from three members of the Bach family and Telemann, at St Anne’s Lutheran church in Gresham St in the City. As it was my first experience of a lunchtime concert like this, I hadn’t realised that it was all right to sit and eat your lunch while you listen, so I sat, feeling a touch peckish, watching other people eat sandwiches and salads out of boxes while we listened to the music. The Ten Commandments on panels behind the musicians reminded me not to covet my neighbour’s lunch, however. I had thought there would be more City types in suits, but the audience looked to be mainly comprised of retired people, or others like me who had wandered in on a day off.
Another low cost day of entertainment in the city.