'In the room, the women come and go,
Talking of Michelangelo'
(T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock 1915)
So different from Tate Modern on a Sunday afternoon.
I don't know what the the artists whose work is on display would make of the post-industrial chic of the 'Turbine Hall' , or the escalators reminiscent of the the 1920s film 'Metropolis'
Art, gallery art in particular, is generally produced for the rich and powerful, and often presents a narrow, individualistic perspective that's hard to relate to. What's rare is to see artists inspired by social ideals . That's what so exhilarating about this big exhibition at the Tate Modern. It's a glimpse of how artists might have been involved in building a more equal society.
It takes up twelve rooms of great paintings, posters, films and even a complete room installation, based on Rodchenko's design for the 1925 International Exhibition of Decorative Arts and Modern Industry in Paris. Called a 'Workers' Club', it's : 'a collective space in which bourgeois comfort was replaced by geometric functionalism'
I tried sitting in one of the so-called 'geometric chairs' . Come back DFS, all is forgiven.
A Times review:
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock: