To Gasworks Gallery!
Marie-Claire Messouma Manlanbien: Mémoires des corps is the current exhibition. Quite a mouthful, for such a small gallery space.
Also long in length was the handout given to me by the charming front of house person.
I like to approach exhibitions blind. Understanding the concept and original ideas from the artist often ruins it for me. I prefer to approach with a fresh set of eyes.
The lengthy handout can be my toilet reading homework for later.
Ahh! So THAT was the whole point. And I thought it was all about pretty colours.
The pretty colours on show at Gasworks were aplenty. I was particularly taken aback by the charming peach shade that was painted on the walls for this exhibition.
But what about the art?
It was all a little mystic. The centrepiece is three handwoven fabrics hanging from the ceiling. They are surrounded by shells, also suspended in the space.
And beanbags.
There’s always beanbags at these exhibitions. I’m not the type of extrovert who takes up the position on the floor to add an extra layer of pretension to all the art noodling.
It’s a pleasant exhibition, but one that I haven’t got a clue what it’s all about. Maybe I should have taken a seat at the gallery and read the handout.
And not that type of seat, either.
Gasworks is a great little South London gallery tucked away behind The Oval. There’s always something worth exploring.
