I was up at The Saatchi Gallery today. I don’t know what possessed me to go. I like “modern art” but had got the impression that Saatchi promoted all that was bollocks in British art. I was surprised and inspired.
I arrived around 9am and found it closed. However, just down the road on Sloane Square is an excellent restaurant named The Botanist. £25 for a English Breakfast with a multi-berry juice seems expensive but it was fantastic and hit the spot. Returning to The Saatchi at 10am I think I was the first in. I much prefer wandering around a museum or gallery when the hoi polloi are absent.
There is some very good work there at the moment and I spent around two hours to see everything.
Some black and white star bursts juxtaposed alongside apparently traditional Japanese flowers by Mustafa Hulusi worked very well indeed accentuating the uniqueness of each image. Abstract paintings by Henrijs Preiss were so detailed that they appeared that they should convey some kind of meaning; a military insignia perhaps or an antique board? I found James Howard’s posters fascinating. Highly colourful, and with images that could not fail to have impact, they seemed to be either translated from another language and culture or invented by a random word and picture generator. The architect Richard Wilson has a permanent exhibit on the lower ground floor which is impressive. A room has been half filled with used engine sump oil which reflects absolutely and without a ripple. It is virtually impossible to discern the surface and one’s perception of emptiness is only disturbed by the walkway which stretches out into he oil. In the shop, a digital clock consisting of many separate analogue clocks is worth a look.