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15/03/2014

A Dublin Gallery Crawl 2011


On Tuesday 19th April 2011, I went into town with Carol for a jaunt around the art galleries - and to buy art materials in M. Kennedy & Sons. In the Green on Red, we saw Autodidactic by Ronan McCrea a stupid exhibition of photographs of children playing in a car park with coloured lines photo-shopped around them. In the Douglas Hyde gallery, we saw an exhibition of Shiva Linga paintings by anonymous artists from Rajasthan in north-western India, which looked good from a distance, but were disappointingly amateurish and repetitive when seen close up.                                                                                    
        
In the Kerlin gallery, we saw Notes on 14 Paintings, a beautiful and powerful new exhibition by Brian Maguire that was better than most of the art I had seen in Chelsea months before. I was thankful that there was still expressive painters like Maguire making vivid new work.                                                          


In the Rubicon gallery, we saw Tondos & Bi-Products a charming exhibition of abstract paintings by Alexis Harding. Harding had graduated from Goldsmiths Art College in 1995, and spent the following years exploring abstract grid patterns which he then distressed. He painted his abstracts in gloss paint - flat on the ground. Then when the paint skin had dried, he would hang the paint skins allowing gravity to pull them down and often apart – warping and buckling the grids he had created. This exhibition contained a couple of these large and thoughtful abstracts, but it also had a series of quick abstract oil sketches on the cardboard covers of one of his previous exhibition catalogues - in which he experimented with shape, colour and the material of paint. I had always had a disproportionate affection for such painterly exercises in process and form.  Not out of any desire to emulate such a narrow application of the art of painting - but rather for the possibilities such specialists opened up to other painters. Carol and I loved the show, so we bought two of Harding’s catalogues. Then we walked through St. Stephen’s Green before going to Kennedy’s and buying paints and paper.