I had seen Ai Weiwei’s work advertised on TV and was curious to see his big works, like his mountain of stainless steel bike frames and his masterpieces built from Lego blocks, but Warhol’s “pop art” had never held any appeal with what I saw as crude drawings with a wash of colour. French Impressionism was my forte. Warhol’s images of Marilyn Monroe and soup cans left me cold. But I was persuaded to see the show and wow: I am now a convert. Warhol’s work live is something more than special, the images were just stunning and left me somewhat shell-shocked.
Then came, closer inspections of his work and each time my admiration for the man increased. His use of colour, paint, and ink on so many different canvas types was superb. Suddenly I understood his treatment of everyday objects and his style of portraiture. I loved it all, but the painting of two vodka bottles was one I would particularly like to hang on my walls at home. My wife took a great shot of that one, so I am sure that a modest copy will be hanging somewhere at home before too long.
Weiwei’s work was spectacularly different – with his much publicised symbolic Lego creation, the triptych of the breaking of a Ming vase getting a lot of attention. His art was certainly different and a a huge scale. The carpet of white porcelain flowers and his four-walled room, once again built from Lego blocks were spectacular and proved the man’s dedication to detail and form.
Admission: Adult $26, concession $22.50, child (5–15 years) $10, family (2 adults + 3 children) $65. Multi media guide $8.
Eric Scott
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