One of the world’s greatest living artists is in London for a huge exhibition!
This incredible collection of works by Anselm Kiefer just opened at The Royal Academy, so I sped right over to spend an afternoon floating through its maze of galleries.
I brought along a fellow culture-seeker and together we entered the courtyard of Burlington House.
I fell in love with Kiefer’s art back in 2006 when I saw his Heaven and Earth exhibition at Smithsonian’s Hirshhorn Museum in Washington, DC. For someone who didn’t know too much about contemporary art at the time, his work made a lasting impression on me. Huge, monumental pieces full of symbolism – history, theology, war. I had never been so drawn to modern art as I was to his.
Upon entering the gateway from Piccadilly into the palatial courtyard, we encountered two of Kiefer’s large-scale installations – big lead submarines suspended inside humongous glass cases.
The Royal Academy has an arcane policy on non-flash photography inside their exhibitions – which is to say they don’t allow it. So, sadly, no photos of any of the wonderful pieces from the show, many of which are on loan from private collections and may not be seen again in public for decades.
It’s frustrating – like most galleries, the Royal Academy encourage visitors to engage with their social media sites like Facebook and Twitter, but they fail to recognize that our global culture increasingly communicates through images.
I assume it’s only a matter of time before they get it together, like the world’s top museums such as the Louvre, Smithsonian, and Metropolitan, all of whom currently allow non-flash photography in thier galleries. But you can always count on these stuffy ol’ Brits to be the very last ones to improve their dated methods of doing things – sheesh!
I was allowed to get a few snaps from the entrance of the exhibition, but if you are lucky enough to get to London this fall to see it for yourself, it’s definitely worth it!
After the show, we headed downtown to have a drink. Seeing as it was looking like one of those rare clearsky London evenings, we headed to ME London and hit their Radio Rooftop Bar.
The views of the London skyline were jaw-dropping.
I like my sunsets while holding a flute of something bubbly.
In this case, a classic French 75. Champagne, gin, bitters, and a sugar cube. Radio Bar threw an orange twist in mine.
We hung out until nightfall when the temperature dipped; then we headed off into the chilly autumn night.