As part of a “week off” that Janie and I took in London to see exhibitions and shows, the centrepiece of our Thursday was a trip to the Tate to see the Jackson Pollock exhibition.
The exhibition had been much hyped in the media, with previews and reviews.
Here’s a smattering from the papers.
Bel Littlejohn in The Guardian with tongue firmly in cheek, I shouldn’t wonder:
Laura Cumming in the Observer seemed more genuinely bowled over by the exhibition:
The Weasel in the Indy used a strange mixture of reverence and irreverence to review this exhibition:
Brian Sewell gave it the usual “Sewage treatment” in the Standard, over two pages:
I gave it a one word review in my log:
Bollocks.
Janie remembers the exhibition more fondly than that and I have become reconciled with Pollock since, especially in the context of shirts and ties.
