The Girls Aloud calendar accounts for 90% of the art I view each year; I’m not one for exhibitions, art books, picking up crayons etc, but occasionally I venture outside the house for a token bit of tourist-tastic gallery wandering.
This weekend I dragged Chris to the last day of Psycho Buildings at The Hayward Gallery. My god, what a waste of time. Thanks to massive media spend the exhibition has been rather popular, so you have to book (and pay £10!) for an arrival time. We turned up 15 minutes early for ours and the fuckers wouldn’t let us in until some NASA controlled clock read exactly 5pm.
The exhibition has something to do the link between feelings and buildings. Like when you get really sweaty and angry in the 800 degree heat of the Topshop changing rooms I guess.
There isn’t much in the exhibition, don’t go thinking you can wander round it for more than half an hour. There are only about half a dozen or so installations, though it felt like three as most of them had used one of the following themes
1. Miniature houses
2. Crashes, explosions, disaster, mess
3. Ooohh… pretty colours on the walls
For those who walked around and felt that they hadn’t yet reached the ultimate level of boredom you could also queue 45 minutes for a cinema made out of MDF or another 45 minutes for a giant plastic dome that allowed you sit on a squishy sheet covered in the sweat from other people’s feet. Wonderful. Yay for Hayward.
In other news I went home after the exhibition and made a rather wonderful curry.