Phew, end of the three day Saatchi marathon – like the London marathon but with less sweat. Time for this fabulous sculpture by Anna Parkina.
I’m not sure why I like ‘on a swallows wing’ but I really do. A different perspective from every angle and some subtle hints of blue.
The funniest bit is that it looks like it should be useful (this may be the IKEA colour scheme). I walked round it four times trying to see if I could store magazines, balance my iPad or rest my cup of tea. But like most art it refused to have any practical purpose.
As sculptures go this is one of the ‘nice’ ones. Not shocking or overpowering, but still a reasonable size and intriguing to look at.
And from certain angles it looks like a baby elephant.
For day 2 of Saatchi art we are marching straight ahead, through reception, and going to the very back room. Behold, the mastery of Valery Koshlyakov and her amazing abstract paintings of Paris.
They are just the right amount of detail to be able to pick out the location – Paris the city of my heart. The Opera House (above) is painted onto brown cardboard boxes, some flat and some almost peeling off. I’m not too sure what it means in terms of longevity/conservation (would they disintegrate at the merest hint of moisture?), but as a visual trick it ticks all the um… boxes.
The colours are pretty ideal too. In my mind Paris is all about hushed and muted tones, just shy of pastel, and these paintings mimic it perfectly. What stops the pallet becoming to insipid (particularly above) is the play of shadows from the overhanging boxes, which may be why I think it is slightly stronger then the Notre Dame painting below.
Although, everyone know flying buttresses are a girls best friend…
The gentle sunshine is waking up my little grey cells. I want light, I want bright, and I want inspiration. Hello Saatchi Gallery. The Saatchi suits spring more than any other gallery in London. Even without windows the gallery spaces remain wide open and uplifting, oh and they have some art in them to. So to share the Spring love, I thought we would have a mini art adventure, three days of works hunted from the Saatchi Gallery. Starting today with Wounded Deer (2012) by Gosha Ostretsov, above.
Here is what my sparking little grey cells had to say…
Apart from the very clever placement of the iron arrow, my favourite part of the sculpture is the silver ball underneath its hoof. Is it about to trip? Is it about to score a winning goal? Is it representative of the millions who worship it as a god and who it eventually intends to crush?
The head was temptingly touchable. It reminded me of some of the classic Roman marble sculptures, with a texture that calls out for fingertips.
One of the things that entertains me in galleries is imagining the art in another context. I could perfectly see the Wounded Deer left amongst the wildlife in Richmond Park, with creepers slowly chaining it to the ground.