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International Pop

I'd been meaning to check out The World Goes Pop at the Tate Modern for ages, and on Saturday I managed to get there in the company of two friends who, handily, are members and got me in for free.

I thought I knew pop art. I didn't. I knew Warhol and Liechtenstein. I had no idea about all the stuff that was going on in Brazil, Romania, Spain (still a dictatorship), France (where the contraceptive pill was hotly debated), Yugoslavia: comments on the Vietnam War, on American consumerism, and issues closer to home.

Pop art in fact progressed so quickly that by the late 1960s artists are already riffing on Warhol, with images of his scorched and ripped soup cans as all that's left to represent culture following the nuclear holocaust.

I especially liked the last room, themed around consumerism - much more what we expect from pop art, and wallpapered in a Laughing Cow motif - but the whole exhibition was fascinating, with a large number of beautiful pieces as well as a few I would like to scrub from my brain with a Brillo pad.

Also, ever so many female genitalia. Wow.

Valentine - Evelyne Axell

Kandarya – Mahadeva - Jana Želibská

Bućan Art - Boris Bućan

(Pics purloined from the internet as no photography allowed in the exhibition.)


Ooo! If finances brighten up in the coming weeks, I think I'd rather enjoy that exhibition. Even now, our artistic exposure tends to be relatively constrained, I'd say - consider the world of comics and graphic novels, where almost all the work will be American or British, with the very occasional French or Belgian exception.

Rather a pity about the prohibition on photography, though. Not uncommon for special exhibitions, but regrettable nonetheless. I'm fine with them wanting prior consent for any commercial enterprise, and forbidding flash and tripods out of simple practical consideration for other visitors. Ah well.
If I'd paid full price I might have felt it was a bit short for the money (I do think admission to the special exhibitions has gone up in the last few years). Mind you, I was in the company of friends' 5-year-old daughter, so I might have gone round a bit more slowly on my own!
Holey female physical forms, batman!
:D (They are in fact mirrors, to confront voyeurs with themselves!)