You can’t put everything on the increasingly central art medium of Instagram, as it’s censored. Specifically, any photographic image of genitals, naked buttocks or bare female breasts are out. The fact that it’s art isn’t held to make any difference, which has caused some annoyance.
There’s an obvious danger that painting – even in its expanded sense which uses the language but doesn’t necessarily involve paint – might feel rather old-fashioned in the face of the rise of social media.
This Thursday London was ripe with previews. One of the most exciting was the opening of Michelangelo Pistoletto’s Scaffali at Simon Lee. I had seen the same works at Simon Lee New York last November but had missed the exciting energy an opening charges pieces with.