Top 10 Exhibitions of 2015 Part 1

Having hit my target of 50 exhibitions or gallery visits in a year, it seemed apt to put together a top ten and, oh my, making those sort of decisions took a lot of work!

For Christmas Eve, we have places 6-10 to fill:

Number 10

Pollock: Blind Spot at Tate Liverpool

Simply because I didn’t ‘get’ Pollock before, but thanks to this curation (and a rather excellent audio guide) I think I have a handle on the master of the drip.


Number 9

Tate Liverpool again for Leonora Carrington

Having been to see this exhibition, I have also read her surreal novel, The Hearing Trumpet, which had me in fits throughout.  Such an interesting character and a strong female presence in modern art.

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Number 8

Picasso: Creatures and Creativity at Bellagio Fine Arts Gallery in Las Vegas

I went all the way to Las Vegas just for an art exhibition!!!  Had to be in the top ten and I managed to eat in their fine-dining restaurant, beneath an incredible self-portrait that still sends shivers down my spine – can’t remember anything about the food, though!

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Number 7

Rock Drill Transformed by War at Walsall New Art Gallery

This one had me dancing for joy – I got to see the reconstructed Rock Drill next to the Bronze Torso that it became.  Even The Doctor couldn’t have worked out the timey-wimeyness of this paradox!


Number 6

Walker Art Gallery for ‘Reality’: Modern and Contemporary British Paintings

It took two attempts to come to terms with this exhibition.  Being able to talk about some of the works really opened up a better understanding.  Sometimes it does take two.

These three works were the ones I would like to see again:

(c) DACS; Supplied by The Public Catalogue Foundation
Walter Sickert – Ennui

(c) Paula Rego; Supplied by The Public Catalogue Foundation
Paula Rego – Snare

The Candy Man – Alan McDonald
With the Sickert, it appealed to my feminist outlook on the perils of marriage – trapped like the birds in the glass ornamental dome, the wife looks weary of her lot and dreams of a different life.  However, as it was pointed out, perhaps the husband is feeling equally trapped in a marriage where his wife no longer talks to him and his cigar is his only pleasure.

I loved Paula Rego’s work and, no, I have no idea why there is a crab flailing around on its back. I resonated with the girl playing with her dog as it was so reminiscent of my fun I had with childhood pet who was, quite simply, my best friend.
In my original notes for The Candy Man, I put ‘WTF’!  But the second viewing had me in fits of giggles thanks to the realisation that it was just nonsense: Jesus, wrapped in a duvet, on a moped, being buzzed by a helicopter and a flying saucer – what’s not to like!