The Big Smoke.

The Big Smoke.

Friday, 15 April 2011

Miro, Miro, Miro... I've been waiting for this. The exuberant exhibition of the year

Or so it seems. All press so far has lead me to believe this exhibition of the great Spanish artist - now on at Tate Modern until 11th September - is a must-see superior show. 

London has had so many exceptional exhibitions of late: Gauguin, at Tate Modern also, Van Gogh The Artist and His Letters at The Royal Academy of Arts, Henry Moore at Tate Britain, last years Summer Exhibition also at RAA was extremely stimulating, Rude Britannia, Turner, both Tate Britain, Ernest Neto at the Hayward Gallery, Ai WeiWei's Sunflower Seeds installation, Maison Martin Miguela at Somerset House, Decode at the V&A, and The Wildlife Photographer of The Year at the Natural History Museum - need i even go on, I'm certainly thinking of the last couple of years - The only artistic collection that let me down, and quite unexpected, was Watercolour now on at Tate Britain; it just lacked impact and interest, for me it was a little too technical and far too much of an education into the medium - and a history of - not delivered with the power and aesthetic glory that can come from something so simple.

But with review after review, after review, excelling this exhibition forward, I will be heading to the Tate Modern immediately for Joan Miro's first retrospective in London, for fifty years. I'm hoping for the buzz of last year's TM exhibition for Gauguin that sensationally drew in the crowds - and broke records I'm lead to believe - I fail to see how a vast Miro collection could let you down. If his colour use and playfully challenging, curiously engaging compositions aren't enough to thrill, i don't know what will...

But I will let you know.