Laura Gascoigne

Privates on parade | 28 February 2019

Plus: what's with the knob jokes in Franz West's Tate Modern exhibition?

issue 02 March 2019

‘Those who can, do; those who can’t, teach.’ If there’s an exception to prove Shaw’s rule, it’s Phyllida Barlow. The 40 years the sculptor spent teaching at the Slade, where her pupils included Rachel Whiteread, have not only left her creative energies intact, but completely failed to keep a lid on them. After turning Tate Britain’s Duveen Galleries into a cross between a lumberyard and an enchanted forest in 2014, then filling the British Pavilion to bursting point at the 2017 Venice Biennale, the septuagenarian who can conjure a sculptural wonderland from the contents of your local branch of Travis Perkins has been let loose on the Royal Academy’s Gabrielle Jungels-Winkler Galleries.

Unusually for Barlow, it’s not a jungle in there. For her new show in this airy suite of galleries renovated by David Chipperfield, she has cleaned up her act. The effect is sparser and less overwhelming, but none the less joyous for that.

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