I must confess to not being a great fan of Damien Hirst but went to see his exhibition as he is a figure in the art world that cannot be ignored. I was pleasantly surprised by his cabinets of pills - ethereal, reflected in the mirrored backs, shimmering and dangerous. A similar display with cigarette butts was striking. His butterfly creations were skilful but I felt they were rather gimmicky. And as for the flies in resin.....
The Munch show was wonderful. He was not a painter of close detail but of great emotion and atmosphere. Seeing the same subjects painted in several versions was interesting. They are similar but different as each one builds on earlier experiences.
Tino Sehgal’s installation in the Turbine Hall was intriguing and beautiful. Fifty or so men and women of all ages running, dancing, coming together, moving out, singing in the light and in the dark; dispersing to speak to visitors, relating a story about themselves then going on to do something else. It was surprisingly moving.
The Tanks are now open until October. They are imposing spaces - bare concrete, atmospheric lighting, and a welcome cool contrast to the external heat. Rather womb-like. Or tomb-like?