Offsprog Two suggested that I should go to this exhibition instead of to the Royal Academy because of the latter's dodgy sponsorship by Big Oil, and I'm really glad that I did. What an interesting and inspirational artist she is!
Some early paintings deconstruct Vermeer's interiors of women trapped inside with their woman's activities. By deconstructing, she belatedly frees them from their detailed prisons and brings brash colour to their memories.
Also, like Hurvin Anderson, she revisited some subjects again and again. As a draughtsperson, she was particularly good at capturing the angles of facial planes on tipped-back faces.
There are some hilarious paintings of the pomposity of (in particular) the British royal family in all their inherited smugness. She colourfully punctures pomposity in all its forms, painting portraits on wooden furniture, and even a redundant TV set. She printed on textiles- curtains, a new sort of domestic bliss.
I felt that I wanted my own house to be full of artiness. It sort of is anyway, but I gave up after a while when I got music-busy again.
Which reminds me, I need to get on with packing.
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