Just around the corner from Bank tube station, an exhibition exploring the fleeting nature of life and the spectre of death has opened, appropriately enough for the topic, in an old church.
Entry to the church is dominated by a vast collection of large white globes, which are each ever so slightly deformed.
Not sure about what the art claims to represent, I was personally of the opinion that the layout here reminded me of penitent parishioners lined up to pray before the altar. An altar which has been laid out as for a final supper, although this time with plaster cast objects of modern day life.
Among the exhibits is Damien Hirst’s Saint Bartholomew, Exquisite Pain (2006), an eight-foot tall bronze sculpture that follows the Christian artistic tradition of depicting the martyred apostle with his flayed skin and instruments of torture.
It’s a combination of art and science, as historically, depictions of Saint Bartholomew — the patron saint of surgeons — were often used by medics to aid their anatomical studies.
Elsewhere a huge ball of plants dominates one corner, and a rather odd stick comes with an exceptional load of art-fluff to describe it. Why can’t artists speak English?
Regardless of my views of the silly language used, the placement of modern art work in an old building often works as a visual feast, and here the dominance of plain white decoration on much of the art contrasts vividly with the ornate decoration of the church.
The exhibition is free to visit, and makes for a pleasant distraction in the heart of the city.
Times: Monday-Friday: 11am-6pm; Saturday & Sunday: 12 noon-4pm