White Cube Mason's Yard — Attraction in London

Anselm Kiefer is not an artist, he is a titan of Art. His work has been controversial, equally admired or loathed, but nobody can deny his talent and how impactful his works are. He does not do minimalism; on the contrary, what he does is on a grand scale, he works on large canvases, he uses material that includes concrete, wheat, cables, iron, and paint that is applied to resemble blobs of colour, at times reminding us of the Pollock’s dripping technique, or Jannis Kounellis approach to canvases that are alive ( or dead) with everything on it. The first time I ever saw his work was in Tate Modern, the work is called Lilith, a gigantic canvas that shows São Paulo in Brazil from above. This, is not a cute AI image from above, this is hell on earth, it is a ruin, a dilapidated bomb site, those are remains of an ancient civilisation that might or might not be lost. It is a wake up call to reality, to chaos, to wars past and present, to mankind atrocities. His latest masterpieces are in the White cube in Mayfair. This is his personal take on Van Gogh. Oh boy ! Those works are incredible, but there is no solace, no hope, no joy in them. They represent his take on the Dutch artist, but, as somebody ( Picasso if I remember correctly ) said : “ bad artists copy, great artists steal”. Kiefer in this exhibition has stolen Van Gogh’s soul, has destroyed the vibrant colours of hope. Those masterpieces on display tell stories of internal struggle, of fields that have dying crops, of sunflowers that are emitting a dark, black energy, of books that are unreadable, indecifrabile, of destruction, of despair. Life is now dystopian, there are only ruins there is only death, the unavoidable ending of existence. Make sure you visit the downstairs part of this exhibition, as each and every work exhibited deserves your attention. This is a must. Please go and tell your friends to go, this exhibition must not be missed. This is ART that will stay with you and that will...

This beautiful exhibition of Gursky's huge photographs deserves to be packed. The pictures of the sea at night had me mesmerically staring in wonder. Am i looking at oil, a painting, or some other entitiy entirely, like something seen on the surface of the 70s sci-fi masterpiece, Solaris. Even the evryday landscapes are given a magical quality. The quartet of superhero pictures adds another sci-fi dimension which I was not expecting. Superman sits on a man made wall on another planet or moon, and then he is gone in the following picture. You stare, the depth and detail of the print is so fine he could be hidden somewhere in the distance , or in the sky, but I could not find him. So why was all alone in the South Galleries for much of my visit? This fabulous and free show would be packed were it in the Tate. Here you could wander to your hearts delight , underdisturbed...

A gallery that shows no respect for its visitors. I went to see the Antony Gormley exhibition, but it was impossible to appreciate the works due to the overly authoritarian gallery guards. There were more guards than I’ve ever seen in any exhibition, and from the entrance they were already issuing stern warnings to visitors. Inside, they stared intensely at everyone, watching our every move. Being observed by four burning gazes while trying to view art—often blocked by their silhouettes—felt more like a horror movie than an exhibition. Even slightly approaching a work would result in them shouting “Ma’am!!” at you. As someone who studied fine art and has seen countless exhibitions in my life, this was by far the worst and most disturbing museum experience I’ve ever had. (Couldn't even take...