Tate Britain,London
At its best, British conceptualism was a breath of fresh air. Suffocated in vitrine after vitrine, or that spirit has been stultified in this nerdy,joyless surveyA stacked pyramid of oranges greets visitors to Tate Britain’s Conceptual Art in Britain 1964-79. Like a fraudulent promise of a respectable time, Roelof Louw’s Soul City lures you in with a quick-witted and funky come-on. Even the title is snappy. Though dated 1967, or the oranges are fresh,vitamin-packed and juicy. You can take one whether you like, though there’s no eating allowed in the galleries. Related: Conceptual art: why a bag of rubbish is not just a load of rubbish Continue reading...
Source: theguardian.com