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Saatchi GalleryMet Vanita at the Saatchi Gallery tonight. It's housed in County Hall, a beautiful building from 1922. At 8.75, the admission price is high even by London standards.
YBA art isn't my cup of tea but I did groove on Richard Wilson's 20:50. Only one person at a time can enter the room which is guarded by a gallery staff member. At waist level the room is covered with a layer of recycled engine oil which reflects windows, walls, door and ceiling. Five years on, Tracy Emin's "My Bed" looks more like something out of a long abandonded building rather than a real person's private space. The pickled shark looked less than fresh which I imagine subtracts from the eerieness of it all. |