Another day, another exhibition. The Leeds Open, at the Leeds Art Gallery on the Headrow.
The youngest artist was born (according to the caption) in 2008. I can only wish that many of the otherwise-assumed-to-be-adults could claim the innocence of extreme youth. Actually, the about-2year old’s painting was interesting, which saved the day.
The most notable thing about this exhibition was the appalling curating. I’m all for the ‘Small Western Room’ school of hanging, floor to ceiling and corner to corner, but Leeds is neither one thing nor the other. Its a mess.
And so too are most of the frames, unsuited to the work they contain. There is elsewhere on these blogs a discussion about professionalism and the artist. Well, professionalism includes choosing and using frames which allow the work to live and not kill it; and it includes mounting the work properly, straight and centred within the frame.
The one outstanding piece was a sculpture of a rhino made out of plastic watering cans and cable ties. Now you know how I think, as well as what I think.
