return to worldwidereview.com,
the home of critical reviews
From: Shady Category: Art Date: 13 September 2006 Time: 05:36 AM Review: All you really need for a gallery is a room, and that is all they've got in this block of studios flanked on one side by the phoney throb of Broadway market, and on the other by the class A injection of culture from Vyner street. Andrews Road has something of the authentic grubbiness that we all thirst for but can no longer be found in Spitalfields/Bricklane/Redchurch street et al. As if being chased north east this dirt still clings in various unsung crevices, giving the necessary stamp of authenticity sought after by likewise grubby cycling artists and hangers on. Bicycle is transport au courant, and I felt quite sheepish as I slid out of my car, and might have preferred to be that mercury robot in the terminator. Hurrying away from the car up to the balcony of people I entered Transition escaping the hoards to the darkness and tangled web that is Laura White's installation. Apart from one other viewer this retreat in to dark anonymity saved me from pleasant conversation and salutations to the familiar arty faces. Light bulbs and TV screens glittered and threw back the light from the projector, scattering it in to the room. Surrounded by shadows and twinkling light was something of a comfort but not one I felt I could enjoy for long. Back in to the bright light, the corridor and social awkwardness for me.