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index.feed.received.today — 3 avril 2025

Giuseppe Penone review – an ecstatic realm where trees and humans merge

3 avril 2025 à 12:21

Serpentine, London
From the moment we inhale the scent of this remarkable show – in which trees blast open and boulders perch on branches – the Italian artist intoxicates us like a shaman communing with wood sprites

It’s the aroma that lures you in. Deep and difficult to place, it comes from the thousands of laurel leaves that pad the walls of the Serpentine’s high central space. Laurel is the sharp-leaved evergreen tree sacred to the god Apollo and through him associated with victory and the arts. Poets are crowned with it. In Botticelli’s Primavera, a nymph is chased through laurel trees. A marble sculpture by Gian Lorenzo Bernini depicts Daphne transforming into a laurel to escape Apollo’s unwanted lust – a reason this tree is sacred to him.

So much cultural baggage. It can’t be easy to be a modern Italian artist with ancient Rome, the Renaissance and the baroque on your back. One of the captivating things about Giuseppe Penone’s meditative selection of his works is how easily this artist has cast off that weight of tradition ever since he started his life in art in 1968.

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© Photograph: Matthew Chattle/REX/Shutterstock

© Photograph: Matthew Chattle/REX/Shutterstock

index.feed.received.yesterday — 2 avril 2025

Yoko by David Sheff review – a queasily one-sided defence

2 avril 2025 à 12:00

The artist and musician is a brilliant subject for an epic, in-depth biography, but this is merely hagiography

In 1966 a woman sat down at the Destruction in Art Symposium at London’s Africa Centre and invited people to cut off her clothes. It was an era when Yves Klein used naked women as paintbrushes and Allen Jones made sculptures of fetishistically dressed women posed as furniture. But Yoko Ono was in control of her own self-sacrifice. It was the third time she’d performed this paradoxically passive action, and each time it was the audience who exposed themselves as they took scissors to her clothing.

This was also the beginning of a sojourn in London for the Japanese-born New York artist that would catapult her from avant garde obscurity to global fame. Her exhibition at the Indica Gallery that same year was visited by John Lennon, who climbed one of her artworks, a ladder to the ceiling. At the top he used a magnifying glass to read the tiny word “YES”. The love kindled that day would be blamed for breaking up the Beatles.

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© Photograph: Koh Hasebe/Shinko Music/Getty Images

© Photograph: Koh Hasebe/Shinko Music/Getty Images

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