Take My Eyes And Through Them See You

ICA membership has a few perks, one of which is that you get invited along to members veiws of new exhibitions before they open. Sadly they all seem to take place at 6.30 on Tuesday evenings, and are thus impossible to attend. This months invite was also on a Tuesday but didn't start 'til late so thought we may as well give it a go.


Described in the blurb as '...a new set of works in response to the history, location and architechtural particularities of the ICA'. This in fact consisted of Cerith Wyn Evans (sounds a bit Welsh to me, isn't it) having removed the false internal wall of the lower gallery, revealing some windows which looked out onto The Mall. That was it. Nothing in the gallery, just a lack of wall....There was a talk by the curator trying to put the 'work' in context, but the feedback from the floor was very much 'Emperors New Clothes', though a few youngsters seemed a little more enthused.

I'd met up with Hywel and Malcolm earlier in the day, as they've brought the boat back up to London for its winter mooring, and really it would have been a far more entertaining evening supping real ale in some canalside pub that witnessing this twaddle.