Writer, Director, Filmmaker


Exhibition time / April 3 2017

Tate Britain.
It's been too long.

I have to confess, it’s been many years since I have visited the Tate Britain gallery space, but this week I had a bit of time to fix that.

I have found myself popping into the Tate Modern a lot over the last couple of years, seeing what new installation is up in the Turbine Hall or visiting an exhibit. And V&A has me at least once a year because I will always find time to get down to the Natural History Museum to visit the Wildlife Photographer exhibit. But sadly, the Tate Britain hasn’t had me walk it’s rooms for over a decade. Since then they have had some wonderful exhibitions I missed out on and a complete face lift.

This week I had a moment and went down with a friend to visit the Hockney exhibition. Before that though, it was lovely to wonder the halls taking in the beautiful stone walls, vast rising ceilings and amazing details everywhere. A neon light installation floated above our heads as we entered the gallery rooms.

As for the Hockney exhibition, his photography montage pieces in person were my favorite moment. The varying scales, quantities of photos and the details you see in each individual photo you just don’t get a sense of in a book. His early works and large scenes were great to examine. I will say his works throughout the ages didn’t always capture me, neither execution nor subject but that doesn’t matter, the next person may state the complete opposite opinion to mine. What was interesting was thinking about the curation of the show, the pieces chosen and how they were displayed made me wonder if some of the pieces had been generated by someone else would they have been on view in such a grand gallery. His name and ground breaking work across his career has perhaps allowed for an overly positive perception of certain pieces, but that didn’t matter to me, in a way that made his great work shine more so when you see it in context of a career. And one persons love is another’s hate, so who am I to critique.

Anyway, Tate Britain, I won’t leave it so long next time.