One Day In London
by Monk 23 July 2011
We took a day trip to London on a Saturday because the White Cube is not open on a Sunday. Not many people know that.
There we saw the latest Chapman Brothers show, and Mrs Monk was extremely uncomfortable in the basement where strange life-size Nazi-like black uniformed mannequins struck grotesque poses to inspire our awe in a crowded space. I reassured Mrs. Monk that this was art and not life, and that it was safe to explore what each Chapman Brother had produced independently of each other, over the last year.
There were many drawings that attracted my attention and the Chapman Brothers impress with their originality but also with their draughtsmanship. I set about checking the hundreds of drawings one by one as if my life depended upon it. I was stressed, but only by the fear of receiving a parking ticket.
A nazi mannequin had been strategically placed as if it were viewing the drawings. This genuinely disturbed me as intended by C Bros., since I was keen to view the drawings and careful to avoid the Nazi effigy that stood in my way. This of course occurred before the Norwegian massacres and we now know that Anders Behring Breivik wanted to wear a black uniform to his trial this same week.
The Chapman Brothers added to a “Brueghel” painting of the Crucifixion another grotesque KKK observing mannequin with a lurid erection disguised by the KKK regalia.
At this point Mrs Monk was forbidden to take photographs, and was then frustrated by the gallery security that failed to observed another member of the public doing just that surreptitiously.
We left the gallery and Mrs Monk was once again allowed to take photographs of the street scene. We passed a wedding. She snapped away.
Onwards to Selfridges where Mrs Monk shopped in the food hall. I am not at all sure why she was so excited by a French bread stick.
We moved on to the latest Summer pavilion alongside the Serpentine Gallery in Kensington Gardens. This has become the premier showpiece for international architects and this year a building by Swiss architect Peter Zumthor, features black pitch walls and a magical garden, which delighted both Monks in equal measure.
However the curators cannot spell, as the ever vigilant Mrs. Monk was keen to point out.
Mrs Monk indadvertantly spoke to the Chapman Brothers in 2007. See I could do that