Is it my role as an artist to say something,to express, 
to be expressive? I   think it's my role as an artist to bring to 
expression, it's not my role to be expressive. 
I've got nothing particular to say, I don't have any message to give anyone. 
But it is my role to bring to expression, let's say, to define means that allow
phenomenological and other perceptions which one might use, 
one might work with, and then move towards a poetic existence.


The Royal Academy of Arts is currently exhibiting a major solo exhibition of the work of the internationally acclaimed artist Anish Kapoor, winner of the 1991 Turner Prize and one of the most influential and pioneering sculptors of his generation.

The way in which Kapoor uses space and
the non-existence of it is stunning. 

The exhibition has the monumental work Svayambh, the title of which comes from a Sanskrit word meaning 
‘self-generated’.Emblematic of Kapoor’s interest in works of sculpture that actively participate in their own creation, Svayambh moves slowly through the galleries across the entire breadth of Burlington House. With an eerie sense of motion, almost as if you cannot actually tell that its moving, yet it is and will not stop for anyone in it's path; it's slow movement and size make it endlessly watchable and thought provoking.

I’m thinking about the mythical wonders of the world, the Hanging Gardens of Babylon
and the Tower of Babel. It’s as if the collective will comes up with something
that has resonance on an individual level and so becomes mythic.
I can claim to take that as a model for a way of thinking. 
Art can do it, and I’m going to have a damn good go.
I want to occupy the territory, but the territory is an idea and a way of 
thinking as much as a context that generates objects.


Another most interesting work in our opinion is the
'Shooting into the corner' piece , in which a large cannon fires a wax cylinder through a door way and on into the next room, once every 20 minutes. 

The wax collects on the walls and floor of the other room and slowly creeps its way back to the viewer, almost like a red sludge seeping and covering everything in its path, trying to claw its way back to the cannon; only to be shot back into the corner again. All for the thrill of it. With hints of Freudian symbolism and other deeper contextual meanings this is one piece that really does have to be seen in the flesh.

A much more in-depth , knowledgeable and eloquent review can be seen here.

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