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From: Vastin Pance Category: Art Date: 24 October 2009 Time: 05:56 PM Review: Any casual observer moving through British contemporary influences in media arts, social spheres and cultural entertainment would be hard pressed to deny the growing predilection for mawkish conservatism reappearing like a spectre in the grimly lit mists of hard times and war. Damien Hirsts descent into painting Baconesque's after riding tigers through capitalism's mountains of glory with dots, fishtanks and blood spattered ephemera is but one clue but not the best example since Hirst really does now stand outside the cultural stream and is beyond the reach by dint of the curious marketplace he more or less single handedly wrecked/ created but looking around at other mainstream, you might say, corporate shows theres that same growing fear, a return to the comfort zone of ordinary madness Anish Kapoor offers some theatricallity, askance, he's playing with himself which is okay since theres no-one harking back to seventies wistfulness but as one bloom in a huge bunch of flowers alongside Pop Life at the Tainted and a variagated free falling approach to matters much like the interest in the occult just after the 1914 - 1918 war. The liberating sparks of adventure get snuffed through lack of funding, we toy with right wing Grotowskian Clown monsters on television as if we're being treated to Jack Dee and The X Factor actually gains relevance through the abstinence of anything else you might care to mention. In our splintered disjointed times theres stuff to be experienced, and if, like me you harbour the slightest suspicion that politics are just seasons, applied via some mysterious, yet to be identified source; conservative equals winter and labour equals summer, (frinstance) just hope it don't rain too long...