Last Thursday saw the opening of Charles March exhibition at Bermondsey Project. And well well, it was the most impressive opening we the occupants of the 4th floor have ever witnessed from our 4th floor window. The carpark was choc-a-bloc as VIP guests arrive one by one in their black chauffeur driven car. And of course there’s champagne and the whole shebang, waiting staffs in uniform included .
I had a chance to take a peep a day later and sadly the content of the art (photographic- to be more accurate) exhibition is a little less impressive. Someone very kindly described them as ‘corporate art’ – a term I find very hard to digest but apparently they are perfect for covering up large walls in big offices. In which case, I should start calling my nan’s wall hangings/decorations ‘domestic art’. Personally, I only have one word to decribe them – IKEA.
But hey, who am I to judge, as apparently a few pieces were sold even before the exhibition opens – not sure if it can go next to the Spot wall hanging by Damien Hirst Ltd but hey, I’m sure we can keep it in the garage for now.