Fausto Melotti: Counterpoint, Estorick Collection review - harmonious things
Compact, focused exhibition on lesser-known Italian sculptor
For an artist whose cerebral and frequently playful works reference physics, myth and music, Fausto Melotti’s artistic education was appropriately heterogeneous.
The New Royal Academy and Tacita Dean, Landscape review - a brave beginning to a new era
From an institution known for excellent exhibitions to a hub of learning and debate
This weekend the Royal Academy (R.A) celebrates its 250th anniversary with the opening of 6 Burlington Gardens (main picture), duly refurbished for the occasion. When it was dirty the Palladian facade felt coldly overbearing, but cleaning it has highlighted the bands of sandstone and brown marble columns that lend warmth to the Portland stone. Originally built in the garden of Burlington House as the HQ for the University of London, this Victorian edifice turns out to be rather handsome.
Red, Wyndham's Theatre - Mark Rothko drama paints a vivid picture
Alfred Molina gives a towering performance as the self-absorbed artist
The band’s back together. Alfred Molina plays Rothko for the third time in Michael Grandage’s revisiting of John Logan’s richly textured two-hander, first seen at the Donmar in 2009 and then bypassing the West End for Broadway.
David Shrigley/Brett Goodroad, Brighton Festival review - showcases puncturing the medium's pretence
An exhibition and an event that both seem keen to democratise the artistic process
In his 1991 novel Mao II, Don DeLillo called the literary medium “a democratic shout”. His oft-quoted claim is that any man or woman on the street could strike it lucky, find their voice, and write a great book. Not only does everyone carry round a novel, but those novels are potentially brilliant. Well, it’s not a Pulitzer nomination but in Brighton right now, any ordinary Joe can walk in off the street and find their art put on the wall at the city’s foremost gallery.
Martin Gayford: Modernists & Mavericks review - people, places and paint
Utterly human account of the painters of London over the 30 years since 1945
Back in the early Sixties Lucian Freud was living in Clarendon Crescent, a condemned row of houses in Paddington which were gradually being demolished around him. The neighbourhood was uncompromisingly working class and to his glee his neighbours included characters from the seamier side of the criminal world.
10 Questions for Artist Brett Goodroad
The rising Califiornian painter discusses art, literature and truckin'
Brett Goodroad (b. 1979) is an artist and painter based in San Francisco. Born and raised in rural Montana, in 2012 he received the Tournesol Award, overseen by Sausalito’s Headland Center for the Arts. The Award recognises one Bay Area painter each year and financially assisted Goodroad and gave him studio space, allowing him to develop his distinctive, figurative, abstract style.
Fahrelnissa Zeid, Tate Modern review - rediscovering a forgotten genius
How a major 20th century painter was erased from history
I can’t pretend to like the work of Fahrelnissa Zeid, but she was clearly an exceptional woman and deserves to be honoured with a retrospective. She led a privileged life that spanned most of the 20th century; born in Istanbul in 1901 into a prominent Ottoman family, many of whom were involved in the arts, she died in 1991.
The Discovery of Mondrian review - the most comprehensive survey ever
Marking 100 years of De Stijl, The Hague celebrates a local hero
Standing inside the Gemeentemuseum’s life-size reconstruction of Mondrian’s Paris studio, the painter’s reputation as an austere recluse seems well-deserved.
theartsdesk in Bilbao: The School of Paris at the Guggenheim Museum
Exceptional loans from New York make a familiar story sparkle with life
Painted during his first trip to Paris in 1900, Picasso’s Le Moulin de la Galette is an outsider’s view of an exotic and intimidating new world. Men and women are seen as if through some strange distorting lens, their blurred, mask-like faces indistinct but for red-slit mouths and coal-black eyes. We seem to be in the room with them, and yet we are isolated. Even a woman looking out from the edge of the canvas gazes straight past us: if not invisible, we are certainly inconsequential.